Willow

It’s time when I understand this right.
It’s time when I understand this right.

It looks so peaceful from the outside,
But it’s all for show — demons are raging inside.
Your hugs are soft as a pillow,
They turn into claws in which you hold your prey.

Where is the line between assistance and possession?
How do I respond to passive aggression?
Like the sun that burns me to the bone…
What did I do wrong? Was I wrong?

Nothing throws me off the game —
I have my own way.
Nothing gets away from me
If it’s mine.

Don’t give me that guilt trip.
Let go of your grip.

It’s time when I understand this right.

It really set me on a better path.
I thank you now — you’ve done more than enough.
All we can do is carry on, carry on.
Your case is still strong,
But we’re all at the point of no return.

I’m not falling asleep at the steering wheel of my life.
I’m not letting you drive, not letting you drive.
You shut me up — I’m above the fray,
But I have something to say, something to say.

Nothing throws me off the game —
I have my own way.
Nothing gets away from me
If it’s mine.

Don’t give me that guilt trip.
Let go of your grip.

Seven swords you received,
Turned against you, and you grieve.
Embraces gone, once as soft as a pillow, as a pillow.
Remember you as a willow tree.
I saw a you I didn’t want to see.
Embraces gone, once as soft as a pillow, as a pillow.
Weeping willow…

It’s time when I understand this right.