I wish you would stop treating me like a child. I wish you would respect me enough to make my own decisions and choices.
You're supposed to be my other half, not anything superior.
Sometimes you inevitably force me to choose between you and my freedom...
But despite it being easier, I won't choose solitude.
Because I just can't survive all alone.
I have the shackles and you have the key.
xx 4:29 p.m.