This is where the line is drawn.
Where we come to our end.
After all you've done to me,
I have to forget you were my friend.
I'll bear the scars you gave forever.
Etched always in my skin.
And your voice will ever haunt me;
as a ghost that lives within.
I loved you; now I hate you.
I coveted; now I despise.
Because now I see through you.
Through your best disguise.
You acted like you needed me.
When what you wanted was compliance.
Now here I am; just barely alive.
Kept up by my own defiance.
Even now I know you're watching.
You never planned to let me go.
One day you'll finish what you started.
But when I just can't know.
And I almost wish you'd do it.
Move in at last for the kill.
Because you know that you want too.
And I know that you will.
And I see no point in running.
Now that everything feels so wrong.
Since you tore yourself into me,
my heart and soul seem gone.
And if we destroy each other,
our lives can be at peace at last.
No longer will my friends be burdened
with the memories of my past.
So take this invitation.
And come for me if you dare.
Because once I was afraid of you.
But now I just don't care.
This is where I draw the line.
And one of us meets our end.
Becasue after all you've done to me,
you could never remain my friend.
