What do I have to do to make you see
that you cannot be a part of this self-sabotage
without destroying me.
You are trying to take the wheel of my entire life,
risking everything I own,
everything I have worked hard to become.
I am sorry but this is not a game,
the price of freedom is too expensive
for me to let you open up my history box,
releasing every ghost inside without my consent.
I have accepted that you have been
silently suffering on the edge of depression's sword,
but these lies will never hold the truth of the pain,
of all the things you have been going through.
Do you really think the world will change
just because you redirect your pain
into a new story of lies?
I cannot break down here,
knowing I now have so much to lose.
I built my walls up high
and I won't let you knock them down!
So Liar, Liar,
what does it take?
How much of me
are you willing to break?