I am so glad to be
locking up those doors
To a house of woes,
drama, filth, and ingratitude
That was the past and
I’m ready for a new home
As I walk around
sweeping up the place
Thinking about the
pain I no longer have to endure
I smile,
cheek-to-cheek, that I don’t live here anymore
Jiggling my keys and
prancing around with my broom, my mic
I don’t even need to
play into the details to your risky business
Your extreme home
makeover was just covering up lies
So long Yesterday
To the man I was and the
problems you caused
I’m moving on, I sing
the story
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