Letters To Bryson

If I knew what to say to let you go I’d do it like a shot Better fast than slow But you twist my tongue and my words get caught And my heart and my brain confuse all my thoughts If my steps would retrace all the mistakes we made and i was strong enough to escape this place I’d run to the time before you were Tu And instead of kissing Bryson I'd walk right past you I do not remember what my friend looks like But I remember how it felt alone all night And I don't care one second to hear your excuse Like how you abandoned me I'm turning you loose For three years I let you do as you pleased I let you beat and sell and make me bleed My head was your football my body your toy You treated me worse than your whipping boy How dare you forget that I was your wife I bled myself dry trying to save your life You knew what it meant when you passed me that pipe As long as we? What a pretty little lie There’s so much I could say and more I could do But what matters the most Is that I'm still better than you Try to remember that day at home When I held MY kids as you choked my throat I dared you then like i dare you now Bryson listen close this won’t be loud Come for me, B, let’s play your game You taught me well, I'll put you to shame I’m not afraid of you And you don’t scare me I am I. On my own and no more We And I won't apologize for letting you go I hope with everything, this tortures you, slow Your soft paws turned to stone, right before my eyes Crushing blow after blow and still I rise I would pity you but you deserve even less than that I’m coming for My son and we’re not turning back I’ll be the one to break this chain And when I'm done with this Boy he won’t remember your name Your biggest mistake was thinking me kind and forgetting how sick and twisted this brain is of mine I should thank you for teaching me what evil can do You should know, I survived it, in spite of you All the games and chess moves and pieces and pawns My intelligence grew and now you’re outdrawn But your own Hell will come for you, when you look for me in all of the people you will continue to meet But you’ll never find me and I pray that you see In your effort to fool me and run me to death You brought all this torture upon your self Monsters are what they call people like me Damaged, smart, between Hell and the Sea So, take a good look, this is what you made me I’ll do it nice and slow Bryson, watch me leave