I am a beast now. I am a divine scenery
I am everything I should be, everything I shouldn’t be
I am the blood stains on your black tuxedo
The hostage that ran away
Dear change, dear revolution
You’re tempting but you’re scary
I am not scared anymore
I built my castle, I built my boundary
With every little ache in the middle of the night
Every painting in my pain gallery
My feminine hands have grown stronger
Enough to break the chains of slavery
To crush those gullible dreams
To abandon the habit of our anniversary
There is no “our” anymore, there is no “we”
Only the tired distance between you and me
Tasteless memories, not sweet, not savory
Your vainness gave me bravery
Your ignorance charged my battery
My logic was love, yours was burglary
I am grateful for the precious injury
For the humiliation of being secondary
The cruelty, the ugliness, the emotional beggary
The sadism, the mess, the happiness robbery
Now that I’m luminous and legendary
Now that I distinguish honesty from mockery
They say a man should give, a woman should receive
I say I am ready for the blessings from God’s sanctuary
I’ll bathe my heart in salt and rosemary
I’ll put a band-aid on my soul, burn my past’s library
I’ll drink from the cup of pride, the cup of glory
If now is not the time, when will be the time to break free?
