You never loved me,
Did you?
It was all an act,
And I’m sick of being the audience.
I’m done being pulled around,
Bound by these strings,
I can never do anything for myself,
Well now it’s about time to grow some wings.
How can you sit there and treat me like this?
How can you sleep at night,
Knowing that you’ve hurt another,
Well now it’s about time to take my flight.
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