I told my Mum we were struggling.
She was nice on the phone
And I told her and the bro
That he was too possessive.
I fled the house when
It seemed to good to be true.
I took a bootfull of stuff
In the car, dropped it
Off at my families and
Drove the car back,
Put the keys
Through the letterbox
And ran to the hills
Planning to never
Return for the rest.
It was almost six years
Since everything went awry.
Everyone knew I had it together now.
So my mum was the only
One who brought up
That he stayed by me
When I was unwell in rehab.
Apart from that Fred
Never went out of
His way to let me know
That he cared for me.
And even though I
Said we were not working,
We both agreed.
It was a joint decision.
But more me than Fred.
I felt I was escaping
More than us breaking up.