Yesterday’s tears have dried and gone.
I ended my fears with the coming dawn.
I left with a suitcase and what I had on.
Sick and tired of your lies and being your pawn.
I remembered my place – where I belong.
You always said I wasn’t that strong,
Well I left our bed and proved you wrong.
And covered in red, you finally succumbed,
To your just death, under my thumb.
Now all that’s left is for me to run.