You don’t love me when I’m smiling
You kick me down and then remind me of the times I smiled
You feel better when I’m beneath you.
You feed me lies and confusion, it entertains you.
You don’t listen to me. You’d rather be right and me be wrong instead of being in harmony
You think I should change, but you’re perfect
I wonder if your heart is cold or frozen.
Maybe I should vanish into the bliss of my own heart. The voice in my own head. Maybe I should let you fly free.
Since you never see what’s right, but only what’s wrong with me.