The Key Was Mine

Just because I learned the lesson doesn't mean it didn't cut deep.

This one's about breaking codependency — the habit of putting up walls where love should be, of wondering if choosing yourself will ever feel automatic instead of like a fight. About someone who wants peace but keeps chasing the drama.

"Heart still broken from the one before me, and now you're jaded — yeah, the green's from the ghosts you're holding. Blaming women who ain't me, putting walls where your love should be. Said 'set me free'... wait — I got the key."

Can't pour into a cup that's leaking. Can't build with a heart still grieving. If freedom's what we both need, then I'm gone — with the key.