Open Letter

they're never gonna miss you til you're gone but your song will carry on through the tunnel of despair i will rise as Terance Bron delt the hand that i was plaid and i stayed different in my ways although i never got to say thanks for granting what i want i don't wanna leave escaping from the prison that i make i'll do the time for any crime of life my mind made me create i fell hard i'll admit and i can't say that i can leave until im standing like a soldier trade the gun for olive leaves branch away from the negative so long as you see me as a destructive force of good who'll make you better than i'll leave i wanna say a proper speech and then i'll practice what i preach and exorcise the demons in my closet steady taunting me i don't wanna go away and see my face upon the news because i knew i couldn't take it and i had nothing to lose or i'm in a territory saying words that i would use and lose my life because i'm different talking to a walking fuse i don't wanna be that person thats completely out of range i love you so and i am not prepared to handle all the change i don't wanna be the person that will always let you down though my words were always sharp i swore i'll always be around i dont want for her to win and see me leave while looking down when she has everything i wanted just because she let me go i just don't wanna leave in ways that i don't even know if i don't pull out all the weeds in time i'm never gonna grow but i look at all the seeds i've affected all my life all the friends and enemies all the pain and all the strife i don't wanna clean the slate put some more upon my plate so i have to leave a final gift to you with love, Horton the Great