Freedom isn't free

Maybe your not that bad,
Maybe it's all just in my head.
Maybe you'll turn around
Maybe you'll change the way I see you.
I see you...

Oh how long I've seen you...

I'm not the kind of guy
Who loses his passion, patience, rationale and reason so shamelessly.
So maybe I was always wrong.
Maybe it's all just lost tomorrow;
And I've lost my will for sorrow.

It's been so many years.
I break and heal and broke so hard  I'd hardly call it real how often I take you as you are.
Is it ever really good of me, to love you as you are?
Why do I hate the sin, I should stay under your bar, forever-
Forever

I'd like to make believe.
My mind is more safe then real
I think that I'll just leave.
And keep you free from my unbelief.

You aren't a friend to me.
You aren't even half of what you should be.
Why can't I just escape, this cycle that hurts and haunts me.
No fun to watch me shake.
I haven't eaten or thought in days.
Do you like or hate, the way and what I've become?
It's not only you to blame.
I hate that half of me is you.

If only I could change.
Projection protection.

You and I really are the same...

Maybe that's why I always hate you.