To little to late,
Your decisions true.
there's nothing more
that you can do.
Your last remark, "please don't be mad"
As I search my forgiveness pool.
So tired of this marry go round,
And being played out like a fool.
It feels so good to hold this grudge.
My first in such a while.
I've no desire to rehash this pain
being dragged on mile for mile.
No.... what you did to hurt me,
Shines your colors through.
Not willing to hold my breath no more,
for fear of turning blue.
This grudge I have is like a ward.
I think I'll hold it strong.
To shield against the hurtfully things
you've done for so very long.
To little to late,
Your decisions true.
there's nothing more
that you can do.
so play your game, to feel set free.
I have no room to judge
But that doesn't mean I have to play
.... I'm holding to my grudge.
