There's a borrowed type of freedom that brings
Fortitude and weakness hand in hand
Lately I've been suffering the wonders of its aftermath, while feeling more alive than I ever have
Were you happy then, are you happy now?
Are you holding on to fear of giving in, or missing out?
All I ever learned from trying to please the ones I care the most about, was how to let them down
Take it back, stay the same, or detach from everything?
Take it back, stay the same, or detach from everything?
Letting go or moving forward
Was always my way out
So if its over then I need closure
Don't pretend it matters to you now
And I was hoping you wouldn't notice
That I was never free from blame
Not that you were
I should know better than to drag my own name
I grit my teeth and make believe
I'm all good
It's all inside my head
"Oh my friend, I'll never do it again"
Wasn't that what you said?
Simplified my grief down to "the more you love, the more you stand to lose"
And you are better off void of feeling than for pain to memorise your name
So ask yourself
If everything I love and care about is tightly wrapped around my neck
Maybe I'd be safer just to cut the rope and tie it onto something else instead?