Staring at myself in the mirror, I asked,
When? When was the last time I laughed, danced, or felt like myself?
I feel like a little bird in a gold cage.
How did I not notice before?
One word, one action. To set me free.
The line between love and imprisoned was so thin.
I thought it was easy, but you make it so hard to break it.
I will regret it. I know I will
Because even if I want to, I will never leave.
I can’t quit him.
I will never feel free again,
Not while I have you
I’m sorry for myself,
I’m sorry that I want to have him,
I’m sorry that I can’t leave,
I’m sorry that I need to stay,
I’m sorry because I will never feel free again.