They tell you directions and hand you rules to live by.
Not giving you a chance to have a decision or say.
Just place you as another trophy to their perfect collection.
Another piece they place in line that makes up the routine.
But they don't know you, not the way that I do.
You used to be my escape, away from the realness of the world.
You gave me hope and a sense of purpose.
A chance to break free and be gone from expectations.
Then I look at you with them, and that fierce look is now gone from you.
Tamed by the ones who you try to stand against.
But you back down shamefully and willingly.
Where is my love, the one who was smooth and sexy?
The one who I never thought would abandon a cause.
Why did the fire in your eyes have to burn out so soon?
And without so much as an objection, let alone a fight.
Together we were a chance at happiness and redemption.
On those nights we would drive to nowhere and talk.
I saw comfort and a sparkle of life inside of you.
You were broken from the cage that was bound so tightly.
Now as you sit silently with them, there is a change.
You seem trapped and enclosed in a world of rules.
As I watch this a far a piece of me dies with you.
Because you're all ready gone, left only as a shell.
I will never forget those nights we would run away.
Yet never really go anywhere, except in circles.
I will choose to remember your spark and liveliness.
But most of all I will remember you as my ending. -
