Release Me

You’ve ripped the seams from my heart and now you play with the strings,

Forming a puppet out of my guilt, my pity, and my dope feigning love for you

But my limbs are too heavy and too weak to dance the perilous tango you choreograph

For your heart jerks me back and forth with force that forces me to take the lead,

And leads me to believe that dancing to the beat of your drum will lead me to my grave.

Your drum of a heart does not pound as strong as it once did.

It is too muffled by cries of past heartbreaks.

Your song does not sound the same; the notes are too stained with guilt.

So I stand in front of you, a clock, a quarter past 12 and I’m still waiting.

My clock already went coocoo; you’re driving me insane, crazy

Crazy in love that is, and there is no scarier feeling than losing your mind and being unable to retrieve your heart,

Can’t go with your mind or with your heart.

There is no other choice but for me to take control of the wheel and wheel my own will until you will realize real eyes can see right past real lies.

So tell me the truth even if you’re afraid I’ll open my mouth and release flames that set fire to everything we have;

At least you’ll know the clock is ticking before the bomb explodes.

Don’t lie to me and tell me I ever asked you to lie to me because a lie to me lies too deep in my soul to ever allow room for forgiveness to grow.

Cut my strings, and let me go.

If a flower is constrained to a pot, it can never grow.

Cut my umbilical cord and allow me to breathe on my own.

Your life support is dangerous, you give up, on me, too easily.