GONE

What are you thinking?

That I don’t know?

I reap what I sow.

But I’ve been sinking in a pit of despare,

With no want to care.

Don’t dry linking

My pain to greif

For your own relief.

Get off my back

And let me be

Your killing me.

I know I lack

The skills I need

Following your creed.

And in this sack are my things.

Now my heart sings.

I know I’m gone

To better places with new faces.

No gum shoes on

I walk my path,

To earn your wrath

Since you’re a con

Artist of Deciet

Ain’t you so neat.

In this city

I felt such loss,

Having bore your cross.

Not counting

Your famous line,

On you sign.

I’ve got honesty

Left to say,

“You’re in my way.”

Now’s the time

To disappear,

Is that not clear?

On your climb

To success

Under my dress,

Was it sublime,

Those moments you had?

You dirty cad.

So were you thinking

To get off my back?

‘Cause now I’m gone

Out of this city.

So its past the time

To say “so sorry”.