I hope you have the time of your life,
and i wish you good luck too.
I finally know myself,
and now I'm free of you.
I used to aspire to turn into you.
Morph myself and weave into being the person you were.
Truth be told, I still do sometimes.
But this time you say you're leaving,
and maybe you'll actually go this time.
But we all know you're an good liar.
So, maybe you will stay.
And cause more hurricanes and make me lose sight again.
Here's a hope that this time you'll truly be gone.
And here's a hope that you won't come back.
And here's a hope, that maybe
just maybe,
one day I'll forget what you look like.
I'll forget the damage you've done.
Good Riddance. Stay gone.