They say I smile a little more,
That I don’t drag my feet like I did before.
I sleep through nights I used to fight,
No weight of wrong to make things right.

I left before the final storm,
I knew you’d be waiting with a pistol drawn.
No slammed door, no screaming scene —
Just walked away from what we’d been.

You loved the me that stayed in line,
Not the man in me I tried to find.
You saw me cracking but stuck to your ways —
Just glad it wasn’t your pain to face.

Now I ain’t saying that there was no cost,
Some things you leave still feel like loss.
But peace ain’t loud — it just shows up slow,
And I’ve been better since I let you go.