Right Track
I put my box in the closet
My dirt laundry outside
Cleaning house was a trip
Slipped through your tight grip
I’m now on my own
Feeling free like a bird
Now when I talk
I know I’ll be heard
I don’t blame you
I blame myself
Not born a fool
You no longer rule
I was robbed some years
That I can’t get back
From today moving forward
I’m on my on track
Copyright © Victoria Addino | Year Posted 2019
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