Don’t tell me to return,
you’ve never been my home.
I know you’d rather watch me burn than sit through your nights alone.
It never mattered to you if it did any harm,
as long as you know that there’s a fire to keep you warm.
Don’t tell me to stand strong,
as if you’ve never done me wrong.
Don’t tell me not to wither,
you’ve had me under your thumb all along.
Don’t tell me not to burn bridges,
I’m teetering near the edges,
I’m inches away from the fall.
Don’t ask me to close my eyes,
don’t ask me to follow you.
Don’t tell me not to peek and expect me to follow through.
You’ve been leading me to dark corners under cloudy skies and countless dead ends.
You’ve been leading me down through roads I never wanted,
not when I haven’t yet made amends.
Don’t tell me how to act,
don’t tell me how to feel,
you never had to pretend your feelings were ever real.
But still you kept me in chains, telling me that you own me;
you never even wanted me.