Analysis of With love, there is no free will

She once called you a leader, rose up to
the occasion then, saw the problems clear
Didn't mind indulging, my anxiety
allow a thank you, for a sincere ear

Feel dishonest, the art of omission
when I've thought over, our entire future
Today could be our anniversary
in a awkward position, yet mature

Enough to deal with the tower moments
If I could delve deep into those blue eyes
My soul could over explain this downfall
The fact this dream I sold myself was lies

See you then, figure of authority
as they honestly do nothing for me