No, your lies
Don't cut me no more
They don't sting me
Like they used to
I have become a shell
A ghost of the person I use to be
No more pains
No hurt stories
No stings
No bites
None of that
I'm my own person
I'm my own antidote
I'm my own cure
No, of course I don't need you
No more doses of those lies you spit
I used to be a prisoner of your war
I was once an oblivious little girl
But not anymore
My scars
My cuts
My lips which had bled from your experiments
My heart which had wrinkled from fake treatments
I'm taking no more
I'm coming free
I'm making my way through
Freedom from your stings
I'm biting down hard on my fears
I'm taking my fears prisoner
Far far away
To an ancient world
Where no hurt is known
Or pain is felt
I'm coming new
From your stings.
