You were a man with style and grace
You used to put smiles on every face
Kissing the ground you walked upon
made you think you can do no wrong
Your mother put you on pedestals much too high
You walked the streets with your head in the sky
You made me happy for a very short time
You made me think that everything was fine
but I was not what you wanted in your life
just a pretty trophy on your arm, your so-called wife
Your friends were jealous and crowned you 'the man'
You let them think everything was according to plan
Instead you did what you wanted and made me feel like crap
You talked to me with words that slapped harder
than any real slap
I was ashamed of myself for many years hiding my pain
I didn't want to live for you anymore, I'd rather die in vain
Very subtly it happened, becoming a prisoner of love
I hoped and I prayed to the heavens above
to let me out of this misery before I did it myself
All I wanted was acceptance and a little bit of help
I had to do it, I had to get from under your wing
and experience all the joy in life could bring
I'm struggling now but it's better for me
because I feel like myself again and I feel free...