It is of no comfort, I know but I give up
This is not worth the effort and I contend
That you are a rubik's cube
With a cage of steel around your soul
With emotions of an unsolved puzzle
Move this way and lose that argument
Move that way and you'll lose that friend
Love means nothing to you
You play games of pretend
No longer will I be muzzled
But it matters not to you
We'll be in different places
And I'll never again be in your control
Nor in a loving emotional embrace
That's ok by me, the scars remain
And they aren't hard to chase
Finger tips trace
But if the deepest are impossible to reach
The pain is still there for me to taste
