Let Go

I’ve never been who you think
or what you think of me;
I’m somewhere in oblivion
somewhere riding free.
I’ve never worn the face you think I should
the way you want me to
I’m somewhere in oblivion
running fast from you.

I’m not the broken bitch you want
I’m not the one; I’m not your cunt
I’m not the broken bitch you want
I’m not the one; I’m not your cunt

Let go, or I’ll cut your hand off
Let go, or I’ll bite those fingers clean
Let go, or I’ll take you apart limb from fucking limb
you want to call me names, baby, you wanna see what I’m like when I’m mean?

I’ve never answered to the name you gave me,
not the way you call;
I’m somewhere in oblivion
somewhere standing tall.

I’m not the bitter taste you spit
You’re the one who can’t handle it
I’m not the bitter taste you spit
You’re the one who can’t handle it

Let go, or I’ll cut your hand off
Let go, or I’ll bite those fingers clean
Let go, or I’ll take you apart limb from fucking limb
you want to call me names, baby, you wanna see what I’m like when I’m mean?

Well aren’t you the clever one
Well aren’t you the funny one
Aren’t you the clever one
Aren’t you the funny one

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