I'm not your personal punching bag
I'm not just someone you can push around.
I'm not just something to use and abuse
then knock to the fucking ground.
I'm not your personal slave
I'm not your personal laundry mat.
I'm not just a piece of shit for you to putt down
I know I'm not ugly and I know I'm not fat.
I'm not your personal fuck toy
I'm not your little fucking whore.
I'm not just someone you can push around
and throw to the fucking floor.
Stop acting like you're my father
cuz I'm not your fucking kid.
I'm not something you can lock up tight
and close the fucking lid.
I'm not your fucking property
I'm not yours to own.
I'm not your personal answering machine
answer you own fucking phone!
I'm not your personal punching bag
there isn't much more I can take.
I'm not made of steel you know
sooner or later I will break!
Birth sign: Pisces
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