You don’t know what you’ve done
Now that you are gone
You did me a favor


My skin is free of your paint
Wounds will heal and my heart will mend
I will live once again


Criticism and sarcasm will find a new friend
Liberation and determination will rise again
I must remember to thank you


My only loss is the years you claimed
Mud dragged body needs cleaning from the stain
But, I am free of you


Should I warn your next turn key
Perhaps spare the revenge of my scorn
Not bother me… for I am undone of you