Rip it up. Rip it all up. Throw it out your window while you fly down the highway with the wind in your hair and a feeling in your soul that you are finally set free. I hope you're happy with all you've made for yourself, with all i've made for yourself. With every kiss and every touch i hope you think of me and everything we are. And even though i'm not there, i always will be and that is enough comfort for me. I don't really know what i'm doing and i don't know where i'm going but the offer to be set free is enough for me. So please, rip it all up, My words on paper were never strong enough for you anyway. So hate me so good that you can let me out.