No more bullshit, no more lies, no more of your fake disguise
No more narcissism, no more games, no more calling me nasty names
No more bullies, no more abuse, no more making up a dumb excuse
No more gaslighting, no more control, no more daggers from your damaged soul
I’m over and out and all done in, the straws been broken, you won’t win
I’m freeing myself from your deadly hold, from your charming deceit and your need to scold
I’m escaping your wrath, your oppressive control, I’m a child of the light, you don’t own my soul
My Father has me, safe in His hands, so give up your schemes and all your plans
Walk away and don’t look back, cause I’ve closed the door on your vicious attacks
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