How precise. I see that you finally caught on.
I am a inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.
I plead guilty, now that it's all out war.
Let's make it clear, you were never
more than a lousy score.

We miss out by default
I'm not even trying that hard.
Outside, let's see you carry your own.
This is no surprise.
It's not that I never told you,
we both know I did.
I'm sick of the intricate confusion you
lay like bait,
from here to anywhere but you.
(Or where you stand.)

Did you really thing I'd make
a change yo suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.

No more distractions.
Why waste a prefect day,
on your decay.

So this is the first time I'm not lying
when I said I'm fine.
Cause I'm sick,
sick of being sick.
Sick of being told what or who I am.

I'm worth it-every single act of love
that comes my way...

Did you really thing I'd make
a change yo suit your skin.
I don't quite fit your precious little cage.

I will not break myself.
No more.