You don't own me..
My past is dead. It holds no meaning
What happened happened. I need to be free of it;
I need to believe in feelings that are true,
That are beautiful, that are real.
You hurt me, but I don't hold it against you,
Because you didn't know better.
Because I didn't know better. I was a fool,
But none of this really matters.
My past is dead; and I am now free to be me.