You told me to be this puppet,
this masquerade you wanted me to be.
But, alas, I have my own mask I think is me.
I don't need you or anyone to stop drowning.
That's what I keep telling myself, but every step I make
seems like it's just another damn mistake.
Try to be strong, can't stand up tall enough.
Everything I do, everything I try to say
reminds me of all those lost yesterdays
So thanks for the good times,
even though most of them were pretty bad.
But it's time, it's time, to leave you –