I’m so much better than that
Sick of being walked on like a door mat
Waking up each day feeling flat
Reaching for the pills
Washed down with the bottle
Wounds which stay open
Cuts from a nettle
I’m so much better than that
Words you shout at me
Laughing whilst I bleed
Making me starve whilst you feed
Emptying my purse whilst your pockets you fill
Showing such greed
Willing me onto the fatal pill
Hurting me is your absolute thrill
I’m so much better than that
Names you call me
Throwing me out
Setting me free
Then you shout
You’re no good without me
And how right you are
Or should I say were
As I have come so far
Yesterday was a blur
But today I see
Just what you tried to do to me
Now I am free
Away from the rope and pain
Never will I visit you
And return to hell again
Why?
Because I’m so much better than that
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