GETTING RID OF IT

I don´t wanna be,
another picture hanging on your fucking wall
kept in cage,
by rusted nails of your control

can´t you see
everything you´ve ever gave me
ment shit to me
I don´t want it fucking near me

I don´t wanna be,
A left out thing dusted in a corner
So get the fuck away,
I want to make a step across the boarder

can´t you see,
all the things you offering me
are killing me,
I don´t want you fucking near me