After a while
Even hate grows cold
Pain dulls and numbs
Sorrow gets replaced
And we let go.

There were chains
Cold metal chains
I broke them, I cut through
I picked the cuffs
Or maybe I had a key.

Tired of being in jail
For a crime I didn't commit
Hating you was inevitable,
You drove me to it.
And now am stuck at this
It's a full time job.

Am taking a day off
Heck am quitting,
sick leave, with pay
Be sure I'll Sue for benefits
But am done here.
Served my time with grace
Let me go.