Hopelessly wondering will i make it or break under pressure. She always wants the best of me, but she's ashamed of the rest of me. She says she's got the remedy, but I've seen what she puts in the recipe. All alone she stresses me. She would never dear confess to me, that she's just scared of losing me. But i'm already gone, never to return home. Now she's all alone and theres nothing she can do to me. I'm free from her trap you see. As cruel as that seems to be, I had to get away, before she became the end of me.
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