It's no longer a case of picking between you and him.
It's about you and me, about us coexisting in a sulphuric world.
It's between my sanity and your undoing, my selfishness, my failings.
Your expectations.
It's between two different paths that are never going to merge.
I have to pick between being myself or acting like what I'm obligated to be like.
I can't live the lie, I don't want the pretence. I won't be a slave to something I don't agree with.
This unit is broken, the trust diminishing and the love...well the love is no longer there.
The fleeting smiles that don't reach the eyes, the hardened glance that's meant to blame.
Love you say? I doubt it was ever love.
I'm lost, and you're no longer my guide. I'm the sheep that has been discouraged by the shepherd.
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