Set Free Poem by William Mowell

I hope you remember the good times
That will be what crosses my mind
We thought it would be a never ending fantasy
But all it did was end in tragedy

Lets not talk of the last days
Lets not say what we need to say
Live in fantasy, if only in my mind
I wish this is something you could find

Bring up the bad, and forget the good
Left me hanging, left me where I stood
But lets forget that, and remember the light
Why do you always have to start another fight

All you do is bring me down
I'm leaving this hell, this ghost town
Nothing I say will make a difference
I feel like a slave from Deliverance

I've already moved on
While still you sing the same song
Shackles of the past are binding
But mistakes I've made I guess are blinding
They are blinding you from seeing me
Seeing that I've been set free