Tangled up

Lies. Lies. Lies. More lies. All tangled up in your lies. Someone please make my heart as cold as ice.

 I can't go forward, you're keeping me close and I can't move on. Every time I take a step you pull me back. It's like invisible strings, and you're pulling them in the distance.

You cut one string, I have more freedom, I can move, I can breathe and I can think. You cut one more and I feel like I'm losing my balance. I kinda like it, I get used to it. I want more space, I want to run, take a few, a lot more, steps forward. Then, you come back, pull another string, wrap another one, add a couple, and I'm back to where I was.