You make me turn against myself
Justifying my breath for escaping
You make me hate the very things that are my happiness
You tell me that my love is perverse.
I am just left wanting
Always holding my breath in
For fear of escape
What is it that you want of me?
Why is that you demand this?
What do you need for survival?
Do you need to see love disappear?
Do you need to see death?
Do you hate my garden?
Why do you say that you need more?
I am quivering, shaking, unable to hold in
You wish I would stop breathing.
You wish I had drawn my last breath.
Somehow I sit and justify each sip of air
As if I don't deserve air, as if suffocation is justice.
You make me turn against myself.
It is not your love I seek but my own.
I am sure I won't become a republican, I am tired of justifying
Why I love.