The haunted - Little Cage

How precise. I see that you finally caught on
I am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts
I plead guilty, now that it's all out war
Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score
We miss out by default
I'm not even trying that hard
Outside, let's see you carry your own
This is no surprise
It's not that I never told you
We both know I did
I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait
From here to anywhere but you
(Or where you stand)

Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin
I don't quite fit your precious little cage

No more distractions
Why waste a perfect day
On your decay

So this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine
Cause I'm sick
Sick of being sick
Sick of being told what or who I am
I'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my way

Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin
I don't quite fit your precious little cage
I will not break myself
No more