I lived my life becoming what you wanted me to be
A nothing, a loser, a carer, a woman who lives solitarily
So you can have your nursie when you old become
You hoped I’d have no intelligence; you wanted me to be dumb
But I was bright as a button and I did my lessons well
I wanted children, a family
To you that’s a life of Hell!
So you treated me more cruelly in the hope that I would stay
Because my confidence you’ll shatter, of course I couldn’t stray!
But you didn’t understand solace, with books and with my friends
The internet provided them; they were my god-send
You cursed the day my brother presented me with this
A world full of possibilities, the internet was bliss!
So you tried to make me isolated even more than that
You said you’ll pull the plug September
I was absolutely sure of that
So I left in July and met Paulie
He is the one who set me free
Your cruelty can no longer touch me
For I have woken up you see!