We met when I was beautiful and strong:

a sight to behold,

but you decided to be jealous--

I guess you own me.

We met when I was young and foolish:

my head full of dreams,

but you decided to crush them--

I guess you own me.

We went on to be the perfect pair:

a Cinderella story,

But you decided to change--

I guess you own me.

You began to act on desire:

sex, drugs, and liquor,

I was uncomfortable with that. Oh well--

I guess you own me.

I loved you enough to hide it all:

keep the world blind,

but you showed them your true colors--

I guess you own me.

Because you got drunk and horny:

you threw me to the bed,

I pushed and screamed and begged you to stop--

I guess you own me.

Now they see what I've become:

a shell of who I was,

but I still see you in my dreams--

I guess you own me.

You filled me with your memory:

leaving a mess behind,

but FYI, you selfish prick--

You don't own me.