To be pushed, then pulled,
Then thrown away. . .
I thought I knew you,
But I didn’t that day.
It hurt my heart
To think I was free,
Only to be chained
With bonds of Misery.
But I will rise stronger
Than I thought I could.
I will unchain my heart,
And burn it by the wood.
For without my heart,
I know I will be free;
Free to be myself
And know not Misery.