It's like you don't know how to leave,
Even when I try to lock my doors so you won't enter,
You always find a way to break open...
Even when I'm crying,
or feel like dying,
you just don't get the hint,
When I'm tearing pages
out of my notebook,
or questioning
my purpose,
You take pleasure
It's your job to make me smaller,
until I disintegrate,
It's your job to suffocate
every bit of happiness still inside me...
It's your job to see me
fly away
