I've crossed that bridge,

I've known that path,

I've stumbled down that hill.


I've cried those tears,

I've felt that pain,

I've strugged and still will.


They told me once,

They told me twice,

That I'd be better off.


But I kicked and screamed,

And did my thing.

I said that I was tough.


My life to live.

My choice to make.

I had to figure out.


That I was wrong,

Was in too deep,

Naive without a doubt.


But I've moved that rock,

Destroyed that wall,

Rid myself of pain.


I've cut those ties.

Broken that hold.

Gotten out, Okay.



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