you think that your sorry’s have come just in time, for my ears no longer listen to your non rhythmic line.
For if your tune was prettier, and I still wished to see, a person as dreadful as you next to me,
then maybe affect you could have, but don’t you see,
I no longer care, nor feel, after years of you hurting me,
your words may mean nothing, but forever you talk,
no longer behind me shall you and they stalk, for I say good bye,
goodbye to your insults, goodbye to the grief,
the grief that I felt, smothered beneath,
for you I so truly cared, I did so much, but never enough, always needing more
you shouted your ways, you shouted so loud, and yet I never heard your voice coming through the crowd,

you don’t care, how I’m feeling, you smash my mind, then sit and laugh when I crawl to my knees, and give you stare, how I wish, I could leave, but you wont let me, free from your grasp

so I run, so I crawl, as your chase I stumble and fall
I cant believe it, they you look at me, like I am trash, beneath, your feet so far under you,
I will break, break from you, break from you, break away

I take a dash foreword, I hear you close by, I quickly turn to you, my eyes scream "DIE"
You seem to stop in your tracks, no more running foreword, just little movements back
you may see me as the mouse, but don’t ask me to lie down, for all I am gonna do, is turn my life around
slowly, I manage to, clean my slate of all the pain from you, don’t be surprised if you see my break through
I slowly chip your wall away, every chips a passing day,
it may take time for me, for it took time for you, but I will be free.

Now its you who drops to run, this game no longer fun,
till I stood tall you saw, a boy you could control, hurt,
but I broke your chains, yea I broke free
so no longer is it you, hunting little me
the game is done, for I wont chase
I need not blood to add to your disgrace
a simple fool you will be, forever all, and truly me,
but remember this, for it shall be, the final words from you to me
I did it all, with no help from you

written with those whom I may soon be breaking from in mind.
Richard DeLong 4-6-98