Because you treat me like a rug
To be stamped on
And dirtied
For all your mysterious fantasies.
You have hurt my heart
All my blessed life
And I no more
Will let you walk all over me
Thinking there is a prize.
You have never shown me respect,
You barely talk to me
And in this moment
I find you so arrogant and irritating
As I am the Queen of bees.
I think I'll face this feeling,
I think I will let go,
How youve hurt me
You'll never know
But it's now time to let go.
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