The cost is self-destruction in the process. The cost is you hurting me to get there.
I can't sit here and wait for the respect I deserved this whole time. I can't sit here and wait to be loved, when I'm giving the best of myself. I can't sit here playing a game. It’s like a game of Jumanji. Either something is going to kill me along the way, or I’ll finish.
I don't have it in me to finish. And honestly, I think right now I'm living only half alive because of you. Cause you've chewed up and spit out everything I am. And I'm not the same person that I was before I fell in love with you.