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I used to be your puppet,
Dancing on my strings,
I used to be your angel,
Flying on my wings.

I used to be your pet,
Locked up in my cage,
I used to be your mute,
Screaming in my silent rage.

I used to be your child,
Asking what to do,
I used to be content,
Just to be with you.

I have finally found my freedom,
As I sit and cut my strings,
I finally know my strength,
As I sit and rip off my beautiful wings.

I turn and bite you hand,
As I break out of my prison cage,
I finally find my voice,
And use it to express my rage.

As an adult I stand before you,
Knowing already what needs to be done,
I have found someone better,
And you are not the one.