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 . Shove it right straight up your ass! 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!