But let’s say, that you were, and how would that work out?  ‘Cuz at the end of the day, no matter how I’d wished upon a star (like Gepetto???), you still, won’t be mine!

If you were mine, I’d, loved you right, never hurt you, because I will NEVER, do what was done to me, to you, because I already SNAPPED out of it already, but, you’re, NOT mine, no matter how much, I wanted you, I can’t (it’s more like I won’t!), have you, love.

If you were mine, I would’ve taught you RIGHT from wrong, and trained you to SIT, and STAY, and never abandon you, like whoever the HELL that owned you last had…

If you were mine, but, you’re, not mine, and I don’t need any of this, looking backwards SHIT in my life anyways here.