I am not your trophy You can no longer own me.
I am not your prize You can no longer feed me your lies.
I am not your pet. You can no longer control me, that’s something you can forget.
Your vile hold I still feel everyday, tightening around my neck like a sharp collar I am not your dog. I am not yours. No longer do I fear No longer can you come near.
I am not a cold blooded killer But you pushed me too far over the edge So I pushed you into that miller Now you lay disfigured underneath the old hedge.
I am not your trophy I am not your prize I am not your pet You’re gone, the leaves now disguise your rotting flesh But I still wish that we never met.