You called me “Tinkerbell”, 'cause we resembles a lot,
Acting nice, so you can get the best shot,
Putting you first rather than I,
You're an abuser, aren't you shy?
You're an expert at blame shifting,
Telling me I gave you nothing,
“This isn't just enough, what is this?”
Left me in the verge of crisis.
May he forgive me for forgetting how worthy I am,
May he forgive me for not choosing gentleness over slam,
May he forgive me for chasing the wrong man,
May he forgive me, for I forgot that I'm his little woman.
Finally learning your lesson is a total bliss,
I'll now listen, if he'll say, “you deserve better than this.”
For I am his woman and he knows what's best for me,
For I am his woman and he'll not let me suffer from agony.
