I’m stepping out from the shadow of your doubt, Finding the exit, finding the way out. We used to share a look and know the play, Two sides of a coin, or so you say. But I started noticing the way you lean, Feeding the fire behind the scene. I felt the shift, I felt the cold, Watching the truth finally unfold. Oh, it’s been a long time coming. Yeah a long time I’ve had my bags packed in the back of my mind, Leaving the maybe and someday behind. I’m cutting the cord and I’m letting you go, Into the open where the bitter winds blow. You crossed the border perhaps by design I’m shutting the gate, it's where I draw the line. You talk with a tongue that’s sharp as a blade, Counting all the messes that you have made. You smile to my face while you poison the well, With a thousand honest lies you love to tell. But even a mirror can only take so much, Before it shatters at the lightest touch. Go on and play the victim, go on play the saint, But we both know the true colors behind the paint. The clouds are gathering, the air is thick, The clock in the hallway has stopped its tick. One flash of truth and the mirror is broke, Because when the lightning strikes, it all goes up in smoke. I’ve had my bags packed in the back of my mind, Leaving the maybe and someday behind. I’m cutting the cord and I’m letting you go, Into the open where the bitter winds blow. You crossed the border perhaps by design I’m shutting the gate, it's where I draw the line. Keep the change, keep the lies. I’m done looking for the truth in your eyes. Lightning strike Up in smoke Drawing the line Oh a long time coming