i said to kill her before she kills me.
she didn't kill me but eventually
she took all i had and left me empty,
because death would be an act of mercy.
i thought it was the end,
but it's only the beginning.
you see, it all depends
on the way in which you're looking.
up above me is rock bottom,
but i'm done falling down.
like a bud about to blossom,
in pouring rain i won't drown.
i'm making drastic alterations
and leaving her behind me.
she begs me to submit to her temptations,
but i ignore her voiceless plea.
she no longer has a hold of me.
i won't let my emotions control me.
i'm taking charge against my mind,
and this time, i won't be kind.
