Being with you is like a noose round my neck
You shatter like glass, and it leaves you a wreck.
When I am with you, it’s like owning a debt.
What would it have been like, if we’d never met?
Would my life be easy, or would it be worse?
Just being with you is a job, it’s a curse.
If I said goodbye, would you thrash, would you shout?
I guess that it’s just…I’m afraid to get out.
I would like to slip, till I’m nothing but gone;
I’d just like to say this is it, I am done.
But all of those words will just die on my lips
And you’ll just keep pulling my heart till it rips.
I keep on hearing the things that you say,
But your words are causing my heartstrings to fray.
Stop playing the victim, the poor thing, the glass;
You shatter, you splinter, but all this will pass.
By next week, you will be all shiny and new;
You’ll get out some wine, and you’ll swear we aren’t through.
When you aren’t looking, I will scream and I’ll cry;
Too weak to get up, and I don’t yet know why.
Your words are like bruises that no one will see;
But I have to get up—I have to—for me.
I’ll break off your shackles, and run through the house.
I am a dragon, I was never a mouse.
I am made of iron, and not of your glass.
I shatter, I splinter, but all this will pass.