Do you ever miss it?
The life he gave you?

Do you miss the luxury?
Do you miss the style?

Not.
For a fucking.
Second.

Do you miss
Being an ornament
Clinging to his arm?

Do you miss
Faking a smile?

Not.
For a fucking.
Second.

Do you miss
The golden cage?

Do you miss
Crying to sleep?

Not.
For a fucking.
Second.

The only think I missed
Was freedom.
The joy of feeling
Truly alive.