Little Cage

How precise. I see that you finally caught on.

I am a inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.

I plead guilty, now that it´s all out war.

Let´s make it clear, you were never

more than a lousy score.

We miss out by default

I´m not even trying that hard.

Outside, let´s see you carry your own.

This is no surprise.

It´s not that I never told you,

we both know I did.

I´m sick of the intricate confusion you

lay like bait,

from here to anywhere but you.

(Or where you stand.)

Did you really thing I´d make

a change yo suit your skin.

I don´t quite fit your precious little cage.

No more distractions.

Why waste a prefect day,

on your decay.

So this is the first time I´m not lying

when I said I´m fine.

Cause I´m sick,

sick of being sick.

Sick of being told what or who I am.

I´m worth it-every single act of love

that comes my way...

Did you really thing I´d make

a change yo suit your skin.

I don´t quite fit your precious little cage.

I will not break myself.

No more.