by Caneel
(Maine)
I hope that you're sorry for the way you treated me
Because I'm not really sorry that I had to leave
It's just that every single time you beat me
All that I would do was bury my head in my sleeve
I really hope you're sorry that I said I had to go
It was necessary, I promise you
I'm my own person, I'll have you know
I made you let go of me, and away I flew