I've entangled myself in your problems

By tangoing into them on my own

And as I've been ripped apart by your sorrows,

It comes at my own expense.

I've only gotten weaker,

I've only gotten smaller,

I've shriveled up and died within

Your tangled, twisted web of lies

That sucked all the energy I once held dear.

I struggled for my freedom,

And the vines of your life wrapped around

My arms and legs, and as I

Flailed helplessly, you grabbed on tighter,

And the energy supply became lighter.

I've tried a thousand times

To cut the stupid vines

That holds me so close and so preciously

Next to your hating, beating heart.

You've drained me, my sweet,

But I'm no longer that weak little freshman

Who looked up to you and your web of apathy that

Just so finely bound a girl losing her mind.

And I'm almost just a whisper in the wind

Well, to you, anyways.

To everyone else, they can see my struggles,

For they are forever imprinted in the

Whisper of the wind

That brings them the news every morning.

You're no longer a cautionary tale, young miss,

For I've launched you into the stratosphere,

And you no longer have

Your feeding supply,

For I have shriveled up and are no use to you know,

So let me go, you succubus,

For I am no longer the feeding tube

To a little girl who refuses

To grow up and feed herself.