But I can give you my night

The girl that doesn’t need to be saved

Might be the loneliest of all

I’ve replayed the tapes of enmeshment

Until I was sitting in static

There was no choice but to put myself first

I don’t want to be owned

I want to be trusted

I don’t want to be a bride

I want to be free

I don’t want to be an object

I want to be loved