The Haunted - Little Cage

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How precise. I see that you finally caught on.

I am an 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 think I'd make a change to suit your skin.

I don't quite fit your precious little cage.

No more distractions.

Why waste a perfect day,

on your decay.

So this 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 think I'd make a change to suit your skin.

I don't quite fit your precious little cage.

I will not break myself

I will not break myself

No more