The Mess We've Made

I'm like a prisoner,
you locked me in this box.
You control the mess of me

I'm getting sick of your shit,
and one day I'll escape the
mess we've made between us.
I'm out of breath from trying
and everyday a little bit of me is dying.

I've lost a piece of my soul
and your not a part of me anymore.
So I'm slowly trying to say good-bye
to you and the mess we've made
of this life together.