my heart has never fit well in a box,
and so i can't believe that you would try
to put it within walls and behind locks,
to chain it down so that it cannot fly.
i cannot bring myself to love halfway:
if you step back i'll only step back more
and take back all those things you made me say
and run and not stop til i'm past the door.
a love with rules is not a love at all;
the heart that holds back only speaks in lies.
you've spun your sugar to keep me enthralled,
but everywhere i turn there now are flies.
and then you say you'd like to still be friends.
do i seem like a girl who can pretend?