I've been a wayward wife before

I wanted to be alone.
I wanted to have fun.
I was expecting things to taste different and maybe better.
I had all these friends waiting for me to make their life bigger and, you know, I had to go.

Meeting you was not a part of the plan.

You were stuck already on the curtains. Stuck. This is all you are isn't it? `
Stuck inside yourself, stuck in the head, stuck from everywhere.
You have been stuck in my mind too like the sweet release of dead.

I knew nothing was going to be ok. That was how strongly you wanted me and how desperately I like betrayals.
Their was something absolutely fanciful and definitely fascinating in the way you made me stay.



I know you're working hard to get out of it. But we both know you'll never get out.
But someday if you grow up this pain will be usefull to you.