Getting Up Getting Out Getting On

You brought me to my knees.
An eight count was due.
While bleeding from within,
I knew this too, I’ll get through.
Seconds, I failed to breathe.
Is that really what you said?
Perfect aim on your part,
If you wanted me dead.
I’m getting up, getting out,
Getting on with my life.
The best is yet to come.
I’m getting up, getting out,
Getting on with my life.
My right time has just begun!
I’ll recover from this.
Your afflictions won’t last.
A shock to my system.
Now my heart’s in a cast.
Our one plus one is done.
What was is now no more.
Walk it off, ‘cause I’m the lucky one,
Slipping out the door.
I walk with my conscience clean.
Confidant as I speak.
Fear and insecurity are what,
Leave you vulnerable and weak.