How to be Free
In the beginning, you told me:
"Hide nothing, tell me everything.
Anything that's bothering you, I'll be there."
But now I can't help but feel:
"Hide everything, tell him nothing,
Anything that's bothering me, he can't bare."
I feel what I've dreaded to feel,
Everything's lost in thought and consideration,
I'm censoring myself for your sake.
Or maybe I'm just scared,
Annoyed and confused,
My emotions dying to stay awake.
Please can we fast forward, like a movie?
At least then,
I'll know the end.
Will we, or won't we?
When and why?
What's coming around the bend.
I'm scared, I'll admit,
You no longer love me,
Lying to yourself and to me,
And that you're just prolonging the inevitable,
As I wait for you to know how to be free.