Cold, complacent me, you see
My heart, it pains me, it searches
At thoughts of you it settles, whether
Pleased or lulled into a false sense of security
That you rolled over me with every twist and turn of our
Sweat drenched relationship
The passionate frustration of our lives together
Neither of us could handle how delicate is was
So we both pushed back and forth against each other
Never at the same time, never far enough to touch
And yet we managed to break each other
Completely, but oh wasn’t it so beautiful?
Or at least that’s what I use to think.
I’m not so sure anymore.
You don’t control my thinking
I have a secret
You don’t control anything
My music isn’t yours anymore, my clique isn’t yours
I’m not yours.
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