I hate being controlled.
I have been good all these years.
But still you complain.
I tried my best to stay the best.
But it was not enough for you.
I have been loyal.
I have been kind.
I have been every good person there was.
Yet you twisted my words.
You made it sound like I was the bad guy.
You complain when I do wrong.
You complain more when I do right.
You wanted me to be somebody.
Somebody I'm not.
Wake you fool!
In this word, control is overrated.
It's just the will. The will of being ME.
If you refused to change your evil ways.
I am tired of sharing.
I am tired of enduring.
I am tired of mistreatment.
Always taking advantage of my goodness.
You never change.
The thought of it is just a dream.
You refused to believe that time never settle.
And you want to drag people down with you.
And here I am, tired and frustrated.
Finally packed my bags.
I leave at dawn.
When you are still dreaming of whatever life you have left.
I'm riding the bus.
To start a new life somewhere else.
Good Luck Living a Life without me.
As far as I know,
I'm not there to help you anymore.
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