One, two, three, you count to be free.
Free from the grasp of one to three.
Embrace, accept and let the tears fall
Cause clearly, its not okay to fall.
Breathe, oh dear poor heart,
Youve been in battle for too long now
You deserve something better and great
Where compromised love aint gonna bear.
One, two, three, you count again.
This aint for you, do not bargain.
You deserve better, not what remains
Lying to yourself will not sustain.
Poor dear heart, you owe its rest.
Youve given away so much at its best.
Now stop trying and walk away,
From something that will never be there.