No More

You think I'm property,
Branded like a cow.
You no longer control me and I'll tell you why now.

You pull me around to parties
You make me drink that crap
With the police you get in trouble.
With the police I take the rap.

Every time you hit me,
Every other night,
I try to get away from you,
Crawling away in fright.

Every other Sunday
I go to church with you,
covering with sunglasses
what you made black and blue.

You always said 'Sorry'
After i got hit.
Next time you hit me
it's because I'm an idiot.

I'm tired of your problems.
Right now i just don't care.
You always used to hit me,
now you wonm't even dare.

I'm not scared of you,
Not anymore
I'm not property,
you can't buy me in stores.

I finally got tired of it,
so I called the ploice.
You ask what's wrong with me
I say 'Estoy Feliz'

Now you're in for one to three
I'm with him and as happy as can be.
Now don;t you see?
You no longer control me!

by dannaenae94
posted on 08/19/2009