Is your mind a burning flame,
or just a game where the batter steps up to the plate and just swings,
not thinking of a thing or how to win this game?
Are your thoughts nothing,
but scrambled eggs?
Do you ever think ahead or are you just looking back through the looking glass?
It doesn't matter that you understand your future,
because you've never learnt a thing from your past.
You blame me when it was you who laid in bed with the enemy,
while I was drowning in the sea.
You could care less about what I seen,
but you still wouldn't look up at me.
You were afraid of me,
afraid I would run away,
but what did you think I'd do kiss your face while she kept grabbing your arm pushing me away?
I'm stronger than this babe,
so do you ever use that brain?
That I only needed you until you made yourself not needed,
the moment you pulled all those things and you really believed I'd be to blinded to see,
but clearly I know everything and your fears came true,
because I'm running away
setting myself free,
before you break me into something that isn't capable of loving.