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I can make it with out you
I use to think without you I was not me,
With out you I could not breath.
So I put up with all the hell you put us through,
Beliveing I could never do better than you.
But then I woke up one morning burses all over the place,
Dried blood and tears stuck to my face.
I knew I had to get out, I had to leave,
Regardless of what you would have me to belive.
So I worked three jobs to make sure my kids had food to eat,
And a place over there heads, I was not about to let them live on the street.
They grew up, and I guess I did too,
Because I relized that our lives where alot better without you.
Now I am a happy and I have moved on,
You are just a part of my memory, I refuse to dwell on.
The kids have all but forgotten you, and that is that way it should be,
They don't need you, they have me.
