I’m finally out.
From your lies you told the cops to have you run free.
I gave you compromise.
I gave you a home, not much but it was a roof.
I tried to give us a life.

I told the cops as little as possible hoping you’d do the same. In the end.
I was still the joke.
Apparently I stabbed you, broke your phone. The worst part.
I remember every detail because I couldn’t be drunk around you.

You hurt me in the worst possible manner.
You gave me a felony to fight.
Lord know I will fight.