Hereditary Cycling of Their So-Called Love

You and that game you play 

so repetitive I don't know how you do it 
Painting a child as insane 
for your own control and enjoyment 

Push and provoke
then mimic the victim 
a learned routine
so oddly reminiscent  

you're aware of it's origin
the original manipulator
but you choose not to see
and be your mothers perpetuator 

Must've been so confusing
when your provider was your captor
but now you're thirty-two
and you can't recreate that chapter

Passing on your traumas
easier than facing the pain
a child at heart
afraid of being the same 

Rather corrupt the innocent 
and blame-shift the hurt
than heal the wounds
and leave the echo-chamber desert

All of your secondhand words
make the performance so obvious
at least have some respect
and tell the audience you recycled it

Let me choose if I'll stay
Didn't sign to be your duplicate 
you had full reign 
It was your self arbitrate  

Must be so nice
to get away with murder
it's easy to frame 
the woman as emotional 

Why don't you say 

what you've done all these years
the days of abuse 
that led to my tears 

The moment I bite

you act so confused 
as if you didn't push me to my limit 
when I was crying "I'm through"

Drawing the camera out
to catch the magic moment

although I've been recording
from the start of your performance 

Hours tread on
and you latch to one second 
call me so crazy
and ignore my pleads for an end to it 

Logic and reason
have no place in this war
you've decided the outcome 
and only want more 

There's no escape to your antics 
if I run you chase me down
if I scream you call me out
I'm fully trapped without a doubt

If only you could feel my fear
the grasp gripped tight around my neck
I wish only to find peace
and that this cycle will soon end   

Forever free me from this grip
and all the lies that leave your lips
I'd rather loose it all today
than let you steal my youth away