You're like a puppy who sees an open front door. You get excited and you think you'll be free and you run out of the door. But you come running back after five steps outside. You want to be home and safe and you can't handle being free.
You wouldn't make it one day on the outside. You'd come running right back inside like that puppy.
I know you like to think that you can leave if you want. I'm not going to physically hold you or stop you. But it's not me that's keeping you by my side.
The old you is dead and you can't get her back. Even if you left, even if you thought you were free, you'd never be able to be the old you ever again. I'll own you forever. You'll never be free.