I will choose if I must but you probably don’t want me to.

Eenie meenie miney mo. Catch a tiger by the toe.
Well, here is my web of awful truths and lies, out in the open, now try and escape.
Here is my choice:
1. Run away
2. You go away
3. Live with it until we are both crushed beyond repair.
Well, I don’t want to be crushed and I love you so stay please. I can go. That’s what I want anyways, someone to let me go. Well, I will. There’s shit to do first.
Why did I open up again? I must be insane to keep trying this: It’s the same result every time. Honesty is not the best policy, it’s a smoother ride when all the holes are filled with fake smiles and lies.
How did this all get twisted to be my fault? Sure, it probably is in the end, but I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to communicate. I know these things I want all contradict each other but it doesn’t mean I don’t want one or the other.
I caught myself a tiger, it’s time to hear it roar.