I'm Gone

By Stone Bryson

I’m gone......

do you hear me baby, I’m gone...

Driven to the point of no return

by the lies you’ve sold so long,

I cannot ignore the things I’ve heard ‘cause

I now know that they’re all true,

I have my suitcase in the car ---

I’m through......

you know it honey, I’m through...

that perfume does not match the stench

that your bullshit has produced,

I will not wear these custom blinds that

hid deeds you can’t outrun,

I have my hotel room reserved ---

I’m done......

can you feel it lover, I’m done...

I cannot reconcile the joke that

our relationship has become,

the damage that is clear can’t be repaired

because of all that you’ve done wrong,

I have my car-keys in my hand ---

I’m gone......

Copyright © 2008 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written May 2008

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