I'm not you,

For you chose the path of being everybodies stooge,

Everybody knew what you did but me,

And yet you still had the audacity to deny it when I can see,

I can see you for your true colors,

A man who was an undercover runner,

A man that gets pleasure out pain of others,

A man who is no man at all in my eyes,

For a man would never fight a woman,

And yet I was played the fool,

I was just a tool for you,

To throw away and be used,

A woman you threw away and abused,

The scars of what has been done can never be undone,

But these scars will heal and I know I have won,

Cause you will never know what you lost,

Until I am gone,

And now that I have won by healing my scars,

This is where we part,

From now on you are a ghost of the past,

And I will forever be thankful that you came last,

For I am a survivor of the deeds that have made me stronger,

And made me more of a lover,

Which compared to you I realize I am not you.