The things that happened to me before you
weren't yours
but they weren't mine either
The things that happened to me because of you
were all yours
and those weren't mine either

Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at me sometimes
That room wasn't the first time I had noticed your eyes

You may be perfect on paper,
but you had no problem kissing her

I am done.
Done with people telling me I’m not calm enough, quiet enough, or pretty enough for them.
I am who I am.
I’m sorry I don’t behave like a placid lake, sound like a mouse, or look like a model.
I am done.

You’re no good for me
But thoughts of you won’t let me be
Oh, please, set me free