A Spoiled Trophy Wife

All this time
And I almost think it will never end
You were never my friend
It was all power
And pride
Some kind of social stride
I never made your "happy little bride"
Instead I branded your ass
And conquered your past
And your denial
Tore us apart
My independent love
For the one true
My blood never extended to you
Not when you speak lies to me like you do
We are through
Sad but true
Thank goodness I finally saw through you