I am glad my pain and misery enlighten you.
I am glad it amuses you.
I am glad it makes you smile
that I am in pain
and you feel that even after being a part, that you
somehow can still own me.
Now I truly understand what true colour means.
You have become such a monster.
What gives you the right to own people?
Did you ever love?
Or did you saw an opportunity to own me?
