One Final Time
I spit you out because you are not needed.
I spit you out because you are not wanted.
I spit you out because you are not here.
There is no more pain, no more suffering, no more hate, no more anger and there is no more misery.
I’m done playing games, I’m done making my sacrifices.
All my memories will soon be erased and I will move on from what is left. I will not wait around here forever trying to make things happen. It’s finished, it’s over. No more will I keep my eyes open, no more will I hold out my arms.
So many times they have walked away. So many times they have said goodbye.
I don’t care anymore. I don’t need to either.
From now on I will live my life as I should, how I want to, not what I think it right but what I feel is right.
You can think, you can dream, you can reminisce and you can cry.
I will live.
Without those cares in my head, tearing me apart.
I rip it all down, set a flame, burn it until there are only ashes left.
Then as I stand there, looking over them only one thing will cross my mind…
Goodnight.
It’s my life.
I’m in control now.
