You told me that I've changed
But I like it better this way
I was happier without you
You said that you wish I'd stayed
And that I never should've doubted you
You put me in a frame
Hung me up so straight
But I couldn't breathe any longer
You were once an escape
Now you're haunting me
I told you my Bonnie and Clyde days were over
But you didn't like that, no
You said I'm in it all or nothing
And if I wanted to go
You just wanted me to know
That you were 'only joking'
I told you that I'd changed
I liked me better this way
I was happy without you
But you come and go
The remains of my bones
Are haunted by your ghost
Oh no
You put me in a frame
Hung me up and made me wait
But I couldn't breathe any longer
You were once an escape
Now you're haunting my days
And I can't take this any longer
I can't get rid of you
I can't get rid of you
I can't get rid of you
I told you we were through
I can't get rid of you
I can't get rid of you
I can't get rid of you
I said we were through
You put me in your frame
Hung me up in a portrait
But I couldn't breathe any longer
You were once an escape
Now you're a fading memory
And I am starting to discover
I'm happier without you
YOU ARE READING
Metanoia
PoetryMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
