My Broken Wings

My wings are broken,
crippled I lay on the floor.
Unable to awake,
my feeling you adore.

You watch as I fall;
take pride in what you've done.
You ignore my screams,
And look back before you run.

I believe in you,
although my hope is growing dim.
What sick game are you playing,
are you playing just to win?

Before I let fear take over,
courage comes in.
With that I leave strong;
this is your sin.

So I pick up my wings,
tie them tight.
Clumbsy you are to leave me here,
I won't go without a fight.

So let me back in,
tell me the truth.
Was any of it about me,
or was it only you.

One day you'll regret,
the terrible things you've done.
Because of my broken wings,
I have won.