No more excuses.
The lies have run their course.

I've been myself this entire time.
As much as you've hated to see it.
As much as you've tried to change it.

I would rather stand alone...
Than be under your thumb.

So lay your broken promises...
And those self assuring thoughts to bed.

Because I'm not coming back to the house I used to call home.
Your open arms are a trap.
Hiding a heart that can't break down walls...
But one that only builds them up more.