There was a time when I was wrapped around her finger but I’ve unwound since then. Forced to come up on my own in spite of all those things she did, those things she said, and all those lies she spread - I don’t fret them anymore. They’ve depreciated; don’t hold their value like they use to. The lies take their toll. Just let go.
Why say these things? (Make a game out everything) Why pull these strings? Why even try to make it hard for me to let you go? You play the victim when it’s clear that you’re at fault and ruined everything we use to know.
It doesn’t come as a surprise that you would handle it like you did. Hell, I expected less, and now it’s driving me insane that you’re the one who got away from all the judgements and the blame, while I’m left trying to reclaim all these little pieces that you’ve made. Thought distance would be my ally, but he stabbed me in the back instead.
Why say these things? (Make a game out everything) Why pull these strings? Why even try to make it hard for me to let you go? You play the victim when it’s clear that you’re at fault and ruined everything we use to know.
Used him as your leverage, just another pawn in your defense. Used him as your leverage, just a worthless pawn in your defense. I never saw it coming.