I’ve tried
And I can’t make it work
I know love
Isn’t meant to hurt
And all of this
Bending myself into shapes
While the hero of the story
Quietly escapes
It shows me that
The grass ain’t green
And you can’t make Heaven
Out of a dream
All the flimsy material
To wrap around
Your idiosyncrasies
And your distinct sound
That I hear
From far away
But there’s nothing
You can say
To explain
What you’ve ripped
I guess you could call it 
A head trip
Coz it really
Messed with my mind
But it’s okay
I’m leaving it behind
And you can have
An opinion or two
Just know that I
Will never belong to you