I’m weighed down with your crap.
I’ve had it up to here with this mess.
I need you to go,
I need rid of the stress.
I come and I go,
Tracking your dirt on my feet.
Carrying bags of things
I don’t wish to repeat.
I’m overwhelmed with it all-
Quite seriously, I am.
I don’t want it anymore.
Please change the program.
I feel cluttered with you around
But less important without you.
Could you dismiss yourself for me?
You’re too much for me to go through.
I’m over the blues.
Just want to bring back my hue.
I have other things that I would like to pursue.
I’m sure I’ll find that I’m ok without you.
So you go your way,
And I’ll go mine.
I may want you again,
Just not in this lifetime.
