I killed the girl I used to be,
For the one they want me to be.
I took away her smile,
That she gave after every conquered mile.
I shattered her confidence,
That shone like an armour,
At all time and hour,
Outshining the dark establishments.
I took her heart,
And replaced it with a boggart.
I flooded her with fears,
And to accompany them, tears…
At last I suck her soul,
‘Cause I was left with nothing more.
Yes, I am a murderer!
I killed the rebel,
And rejoiced the quitter.