I hear you.

You whisper sweet sentiments of the past, pointless in nature. You haunt my actions, guide my reality.

The hope of escape from your clutches drives my survival, though renders me uninterested in living.

You are around every choice I make.

I can't live with you here.

I hear you. 

You whisper sweet sentiments of the past, pointless in nature. You haunt my actions, guide my reality. 

The hope of escape from your clutches drives my survival, though renders me petrified to live. 

You are around every choice I make. 

I can't live with you here.