Go on Home

You can’t tell me things about me

That I don’t already know.

I can’t believe how you come at me

Like you run the show.

You got me confused.

Your ego got bruised.

And now you can’t be happy

‘Til you bring me down real low.

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But, I’m still standing.

Despite all your slandering.

And there’s nothing that will stop me

From deflecting your blows.

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Your opinion is not needed.

It’s time you retreated.

And left me alone.

Go on home.

To your gas-lit throne.

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