Damn! him, mother Fletcher!
I gave him my best years
And I end up in tears.
I truly need to let go
I just can't take his sh- no mo'
I hate it when I smell his t-shirt
I hate it when I find his dirt
I truly need to let go
Growing in me this rage
Like a killer on stage
You know he going to strike
You've seen the play
At it's ending everything is ok
Things will be done my way
I am the super dish on the plate
I am not little, I am not late
Time to let go
Time to be really free
I need to know who is me.
I've got one
foot out of the door'
All... his stuff in the middle of the floor
Burnt the t-shirts
Vacuumed up the dirt
For this lady there is no mo' hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time to let go Time to be really free I need to know who is me Yep, know this feeling!