This Time Around

Let it go, 

let it flow -

cut it with your words.

Slash at every piece of it

until it finally hurts.

 

Tear and open up old wounds,

pouring in the salt.

Take aim at it and fire away,

pinning down the fault.

 

Yeah, all those little thing

that you pathetically hold

onto so desperately

as you continue to get old.

 

You’re like the dog the scripture says -

“to his vomit” it would seem.

Yeah, like a broken record

and you know just what I mean.

 

But this time you can pack it up

and take all of your s**t.

Shove it right straight up your a*s!

I am sick of it.

 

Cuz this time it is different,

I’ll no longer be the one

that you can still manipulate.

Baby I am done!