Disconnect, Take Four

I know I have to say goodbye

And take that final step that will

Take me out that wide open door.

I know I have to say the words

And be the bad guy still.

Just so you’ll stop feeling guilty

Of pulling my strings

Of keeping the keys to my chains

Of holding on to one that’s ceased to belong

Of wanting these rose-colored glasses on me

Forever

Or as long as you can keep them

Over my eyes.

Spare me the pain –

I’m already shredded to ribbons.

I wish you can be man enough,

But you’re too old for that.

So I’ll be the bad guy; it doesn’t matter.

I’ll spare you from everything,

Because I’m strong enough.

Believe what you want to believe.