Walking Shoes

You better put on your walking shoes I've had about enough of you, those words you say when your anger rages pushes me to reach my final stages and all the years of your abuse beg me to set you free and loose; so grab your coat, your shoes, your pants your time has exceeded this circumstance when I took it in and excused your faults but this is it, the final somersault, put on your walking shoes your turn to carry the blues.