Through (Spatchcock)

 

I've
had enough,

I
won't go back,

None
can make me,

None
can take me

 

I
am a dirty canvas of living, missing all the great work dreams and passions
illustrate

Instead
of love floods I drown in hate

For
misery to end I wait

 

I've
had enough,

I
won't go back,

None
can make me,

None
can take me

 

At
last I reached my end of broken and here I'm left with every nothing spoken

No
nice words spoken, no nice words in kind

I
fear it may be the final time I won't cross the finish line

My
head, my body, my spirit, my soul

All
incomplete, torn from toll

I
do not wait to die, I choose to.

 

I've
had enough,

I
won't go back,

None
can make me,

None
can take me