I want to let you go, but you won’t let me.

You keep saying how much you need me, but I know that you’ll be fine.

You’ll find someone else to replace me, just like I replaced the last girl.

Now can it be my turn to be free? Free to enjoy the simplicities. Letting go of the stress of the extras. Letting go of you.

I know that if I let go of you, I’ll be free of you and can finally be me.

But I’ve forgotten who I am. Ive forgotten who me is. I’ve been with you for so long. Yes I’ve learned. Yes I’ve grown. But I have been caged and have been made numb to feelings to survive you.

So let me go. Or I’ll have to cut you loose.