I’m not gonna fight no more

Just tell the boss, I quit, make war.

I’ve fought too hard for things like you

And I don’t know what I should do.

I’ve pushed my boat against the stream

When you’re not even on my team.

I don’t know why I’ve tried so hard

Now thanks to you I’m all but scarred.

So there’s my oar, I’ve dropped it there,

And now I’ll see if you do care.

But I’m not waiting ’round for you

I’ve got my life and stuff to do.

So here I go, zip down the creek,

And you no longer are my peak.

There goes my oar, I feel so free

Now that I can breathe finally.

I’ll fight, all right, for things I love.

But not for you, ’cause you won’t move.

So what, I’m gone, you do not mind.

You can’t see what you clearly find.

No tears I’ll shed on your behalf;

I’m moving forward and I see path.

If you want me you make the choice–

You never even heard my voice.


Published by Amanda Brown

INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

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