Black Widow

Now the picture you had painted me was perfect
Hidden intention
I kept on digging and unearthed it
Grappled and dispersed it
Now I'm on my merry way
Dragged back by attachment I don't remember taking place
Meshwork and tangled lace
To the stool beneath your feet
Call me when there's a problem 
But tables turn
And nothing's free
Wonder what you want from me?
Departure is due
Preying on me like a widow or a vulture or two
You should let me go before I stand and explode
You shouldn't cage a cobra with your hand at it's throat
I know it wasn't me alone who kept you attached
T'was your own selfishness and your fear of a lack
Of love and commitment
Things you'd enjoy
Such a desperate black window 
What a scandalous ploy