The life
Taken out of me.
Take your dagger
Out of me please.
You smell,
Of liquor and smoke
On your kisses
I once choked
No more
I'm not your *****
I'm not your girl.
Don't call me your one
I'm me, and I'll be leaving soon
So sit aside
And you go cry
In daddy's room:
Tear a piece
Of my hair
Keep it packaged
I do not care
I'm sick
Of the abuse
But one thing
Goodbye
I always loved you
I always tried
I always cried
This is my
Forgiving you.