Breathe

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I'm so sick of being,
A piece in your game,
So I'll pretend to forget for a while,
And tell me when you'll let me go.

I'm tired of trying,
If I need to try to deserve your love,
Then maybe I never really,
Needed any of it at all.

Tell me when,
You've finished living my life for me,
Making all of my decisions,
When I'm supposed to be in control.

Because I can't speak,
When I have nothing to say to you,
I'm not your puppet,
So stop pulling my strings.

If you'd let me have a minute,
To hold myself together,
I promise,
You can have me back.

I just need to breathe,
To think and to live,
As myself,
Not as my own shadow.

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