The old me needed you like a drug…
But holding onto you left me helpless in the grave I alone dug…
And you can only sweep everything under the rug…
For so long…
Before the poison you create seeps into every song…
And I got used to a life of dependency…
But the last few years I’ve been finding the real me…
And I love to break away from you to embrace a new independency…
Because these golden walls are just another prison…
It’s time I look within my own heart and conscience to finally listen…
