Why do I waste time on a worthless deadbeat?
Too much more abuse, it’ll be a tailspin
I won’t pull myself from in time to land safe.
Watch out my backlash.
“Love me anyway.” What the hell’s my hang-up
keeping me so distant when he’s in strike mode?
He’s not so abandoned he can’t still hit hard
where he expects me.
“That ain’t love,” I tell myself. “It’s a mind fuck.”
Worse than that, he’s giving it up to “freedom”…
free to him means freed from my prison? Yeah, right.
I’m not that braindead.