In a moment of pain...

I’m not your pretty little doll 

That speaks every time you command

I’m not your hand-carved puppet 

Moving whenever you demand

How dare you try to humble me

To break me down and crumble me

How dare you try to tug me along

Directing me to sing your song

I’m tired of your foolish game

Or trying to think the best of you

I’m tired of constantly clearing your name

and trying to wish the best for you

Then why is it so hard for me

To cut the threads and let you go?

Why is it so hard for me?

To be honest and just let you know

You’ve hurt me and I think you’re wrong

With the way that you’ve been treating “us”

And I’m not sure if I want you back

How do I even know that I can trust

Everything you’ve ever said 

when we were on a different track 

 For now I think I’ll tuck you away

And let time do exactly what it may

Because this pretty little doll 

Has her own voice, after all 

And now she’s going to walk away

And be fine without you every day.