Owner’s Manual

Run.
I don’t plan to hold you to what the butterflies all mean to me.
I cannot deny you of any kind of liberty,
So as I stare at your lips while you sing your songs to me,
I offer you an open door, because you never will belong to me.

Run if you want to.
You want me to use you,
but I don’t want to bruise you.
I’ll tie you up if that’s what you want,
but you are free to go.

Please run if you want to…
No, no, I don’t want you to go.
But don’t let my love be your bars.
If what you want is to be on your way,
you are free to go.

Run away…
I won’t be your anchor, I won’t be your ball and chain.
If you are made from paper, I refuse to be your rain.
I won’t be your spider web, that’s just wrong to me.
The doors for you are unlocked, you never will belong to me.

Please run if you need to.
My affections aren’t diffusible,
and my cravings aren’t chooseable.
I’ll be forceful if that’s what you want,
but you are free to go.

Now is your chance.
I had a dream of masters
who lived behind my house
in a tower of souls in chains.
He said; solve the puzzle, and I am yours,
fail you this, belong to me today.
The others living took the gamble,
but I refused to play.
This lottery of spirits seemed to them well worth the cost,
unfortunate the rules weren’t clear, and everybody lost.
Only now I understand the meaning of this game…

Run.
Unsolvable puzzle is this life, the clues are only flawed.
Those who lose all perish, and the winners become gods.
But I don’t want to win an ownership of even those souls drawn to me.
I’ll be with you forever, so long as you never will belong to me.

Run…
Let this be yours, duty free loving.
There are no strings, you owe me nothing.
I desire that you would stay with me,
but you are free to go…

Flutter away from me…
like a paper in the wind…
Uncrinkled and picture perfect…
You’re my favorite butterfly…
fly away before it rains…
You are free to go…

You are free to go…

You are free to go…