How well do you know me
I’m not your tented slave
I can find my way in the dark
I’m not that lost or depraved

I don’t need you to help me
I’m more than fine alone
How dare you even ask me
I know how to find my way home

I can’t walk beside you
For you will trail behind
And you cannot lead me
Trust me that I’m fine

I must fight battles from right and left
I thought you’d give me some peace
For exclamations, how wrong I was
You were just giving me a piece

Of the pie I must consume
Filled with bitter tastes
Tastes of unwanted attention
And all I’ve come to hate

I thought that you’d be different
That you would make me laugh
Give me joy in times of doubt
And you’ve hit me down with your staff

How I’d come to trust you
Boy, you’ve thrown it all away
You’re aware of what you could have had
From what more I’ve come to say

 
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