You can rip the rainbow right out of the sky,
or make me feel so freaking high,
but you can't control it.
You're Jekyll and Mr.Hyde,
sometimes your calm,
sometimes just an unpredictable tide.
And I love you! bit by bit,
as I friend and dear to me,
but.. I'm tired of being drowned
by your slightly helpful sea.

You can carry me away,
but you're so clung to reality.
Telling me what you've heard,
to push your pain into me.
Shoving it deep,
by calling me names,
and telling me your morals,
that turn into my shames.

I try to take your hand,
when I have fallen down,
you offer it to me,
after I am on the ground,
but then as I get up,
you put me in my place?

I just don't really need this.
Are you hoping I'll lose face?
Hoping to wipe my happiness clean,
and that my smile will leave no trace?

Pity-
self-pity-
hopeless,
devouring,
full pity.
And you filled it up,
so full you had to pass some on to me,
but now I'm going to blow up.

I'm done with you.
And hell yeah, I feel so free!