Response to your letter:
Do not call me your beloved
I am not your true love
I am not your sky, your moon nor your star
I sincerely hope you get run over by a car.
I am happy with another guy
but every night I cry
nightmares fill my mind
of the things you did to me
you say you were being kind
but it was all a lie.
Now with the letter you wrote
I cant help but laugh
you have no room to gloat
that I was ever yours.
Now with a final goodbye
Ill happily see you one last time
As you take your final breath
as you lay on your bed of death
youll see me with my new lover
knowing me and you are over.
So this is goodbye
I hope your happy in hell
Rotting in your cell
