You told me to let it go, so I did. I'm very responsive, but you just don't notice it. I change all the time despite what you told me, just not in the way that you want me to. Our minds were different - are different - but I always thought that's what made us unique. Not two books of the same volume, but more a tragedy and a love story; two opposites that balance each other out, together as one.
You wanted to break me, I could see it in your eyes. It's only fair, in the eyes of a realist, to do to me as I had done to you. But I'm not the same as you. I don't care, I don't feel. There's a bit of lining between thinking and feeling that I always manipulate. I felt your arms around me in the darkness but I didn't let you into my head.
I like making mistakes. I like messing things up. It gives me a challenge, something to do. I've had my perfect world - and it's not that great. What's great is destroying it, then building it back up a thousand times over. You say I'm a troublemaker but what if that's just living? What makes security fun? Why do you want to wake up every morning knowing that your life is already exactly how it's going to be? I offered you to take a walk on the wild side when I told you I loved you. And when I told you goodbye, it's because I knew you weren't up for an adventure.