It’s time to let go of my anger.
I was angry at those who have pushed their agendas on me. Lord, there’ve been so many.
I was angry at those who took advantage of my big, soft heart. Lord, there’ve been plenty.
In one person, I confided, although he’d been guilty of the latter. Guilty he’d be again.
Guilty with and without your girlfriend as the mouthpiece for your own misplaced anger.
So, I said goodbye in an effort to let go of some anger. I said goodbye as a first step to moving on with no anger toward anyone.
“Goodbye,” I said. But, baby, what I meant was good riddance.
Now, about me, my happiness. I am worth it, baby.