you think that you could control me,
you think that i was really the object of possession.
and i think that im not the one.
and you say that i am yours,
but im not anymore,
your not the boss of me,
so stop trying to be.
you thought that i was just a toy
an object that you could control
you thought that i was torn
but theres nothing anymore
and you think
but you thought
and all you did was wrong
you never think
and you never thought
of my pain, of feeling
like i was something with a pricetag, someone that could be dumped on the ground thrown around and even bound,
and theres nothing that you, you, you can do anymore! theres no pain theres nothing left here from,,,