Long Gone
I watched you use me
Saw you with me
Come to abuse me?
Then you'll lose me
Because you see
I'm not a stupid girl
Not a fragile girl
I know where I stand
I know who I am
We don't take kindly to strangers here
And I won't sit in fear
And just let you do your thing
So step over here and
Let me tell you what's up
Let me tell you how
You finally ran out of luck
Goodbye, boy
'Cause you know I'm already
Looong gone
Saw you with me
Come to abuse me?
Then you'll lose me
Because you see
I'm not a stupid girl
Not a fragile girl
I know where I stand
I know who I am
We don't take kindly to strangers here
And I won't sit in fear
And just let you do your thing
So step over here and
Let me tell you what's up
Let me tell you how
You finally ran out of luck
Goodbye, boy
'Cause you know I'm already
Looong gone
♠ ♠ ♠
I realized I was being used, and that knowledge set me free and made me happy again. Some might use the term 'bitch', but I like to use the word 'bold'. And that's where the poem came from. See? I didn't just waste time. Sort of.