I’m sick of being told what to do.
I’m sick of these nightmares that remind me of you.

I hate the way you look at me when you’re around.
I hate it when you slip your arm around my neck without a sound.

I want to tell you to go away.
I want to tell you what I’ve wanted to say.

You had to force me in a corner and trap me there.
You had to make me kiss you and you thought it fair.

When I backed away you pulled me in.
When I was scared of you I let you win.

It was you who asked me what happens when love forsakes.
It was you who asked me how it felt when my heart breaks.

In my dreams you’ve killed me with poison and knives.
In my dreams you don’t care how slowly you take my lives.

You can not come to me and say you miss me.
You can not tell me that without me you can’t be free.


I won’t let you destroy my life again.

...I won’t tell you any of this because I can’t let you in.