Little Cage

How precise. I see that you finally caught on.
 I am an inconsiderate bastard on most accounts.
 I plead guilty, now that it's all out war.
 Let's make it clear, you were never more than a lousy score.
 We miss out by default.
 I'm not even trying that hard.
 Outside, let's see you carry your own.
 This is no surprise.
 It's not that I never told you
 we both know I did.
 I'm sick of the intricate confusion you lay like bait
 from here to anywhere but you.
 (Or where you stand.)
 Did you really think I'd make
 a change to suit your skin.
 I don't quite fit your precious
 little cage.
 No more distractions.
 Why waste a perfect day
 on your decay.
 So this the first time I'm not lying when I said I'm fine.
 Cause I'm sick
 sick of being sick.
 Sick of being told what or who I am
 I'm worth it-every single act of love that comes my way.
 Did you really think I'd make a change to suit your skin.
 I don't quite fit your precious
 little cage.
 I will not break myself
 No more