I'm putting you far ,far out of my head
The memory of us is better off dead
Nothing but pain and suffering from you
I want this time to start anew
Time to heal, time to deal
My feelings and self I won't conceal
I am here now, self as loud as thunder
I won't allow you to keep me under
The times we had were never quite good
Since you are nothing more than a ghetto street hood
I wont regret our time together
That's like being mad at bad weather
For it's nature's way of clearing out
That which is evil and had begun to surmount
For you were only a reflection of what was bad in me
And its time , albeit to set me free
For you I feel sorry that you haven't yet learned
The apple doesnt fall far
And for that you'll be burned
A life full of strife
And without true happiness
Because within you there are lies and much bitter sadness
My comment about the weather is not meaning that natural disasters cleanse the world of evil....but rather just that a natural disaster..which 'he is'.
**work in progress**