Just a little further you push me and i find that my toes are now curling around the very edge of put misery and desperation. So convinced that youd grow tired of your games and fall victim to my tears, it was a lie. The only golden moment i possess withers beneath all of your false hope. Mentally its clear that i am stuck in your ever so broken circle of life, though id rather find a new shape to become a part of. You own my heart, that is a privilege but you only misuse, mistreat and abuse it. There are no more places left to hide, just a little further you push me and i find myself hanging on a rope from which i died.