I can't take one more step towards you, because all that is waiting for me is regret. I cannot live inside your box anymore.
I had learned to live half alive. I had learned to keep my mouth shut to avoid a fight. I had learned to accept the scraps of time that you threw my way.
I lived in a prison--starved for attention, warmth, joy and love.

I waited so long for you to battle your demons and become a good man.
Your demons won, every time. You turned them loose on me whenever I tried to battle them.
You will never do what it takes to get rid of them.
Instead, you will keep running--all around the world--trying to escape them. You will avoid being with the people who see you for who you really are, demons and all. You simply don't want to face the truth.

You have to have ice in your soul to treat people you say you love that way. Don't ask me to live that way again. You have broken every promise. You have left so many scars. You tore our relationship apart.

I found my way out of your box, and I am putting the light back in my eyes.
I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms. So don't come back for me, don't come back at all. You don't get to be the man who loves me anymore