7/11
I keep doing this to myself
I ask where is the fairness?
Reasons are vague about why I’m still here
Said you’d be home by 7, but now it’s 11
I ask where is the respect?
Your stories and sorries mean nothing
when accompanied with hurting words and fists
Said you’d be home by 7, now it’s 11
I ask where is the love?
Promises have died just like my love for you has
Only fear has taken over
I’m gonna take 7 steps to the door
Then 11 to the gate as I exit your townhouse
You can count the steps I take out of your life
‘Cause I’m done with the late nights
‘Cause I’m done with the excuses and bruises
I’m gonna take 7 steps to the door
Then 11 to the gate as I exit your townhouse
You said you’d be home by 7, but now it’s 11
I’m saying you can count the steps I take out of your life
‘cause I’m done counting the hours left until you take my life
7, 11, 7, 11, 7, 11, as I take my steps to emancipation
7, 11, 7, 11, 7, 11, as I take my steps into the life meant for me
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