People all around me: "She's mine, she's mine!"
And I scream.
I am me, I am
me.
I scream: "You do not own me,
I am what ever I want to be,
And I will do what ever I want to do.
And no you do
not own me.
No-one does."
And then again I think of you.
I think of the things that you leave to me when you go.
I think of them and I realize.
There will be nothing.
Left.
Right, you said.
Alright, I'll just go, you said,
And that's what I wish you would have done.
Now it's me who has to go...