For a while you had me convinced, dear.
That I needed to be a part of you.
No matter how close or near.
But I’m no longer your fool.
In fact, I’m quite through.
I’m done with us.
And all those fight too.
You are no longer my fuss.
I’m ready to do me.
And soon you’ll start to see.
You won’t cause me another tear.
I’m too happy to allow you to reappear.
To the end I would’ve fought.
Now I open my eyes.
And you won’t even be a thought.
And after all my cries
I don’t deserve you.
And I know you don’t deserve me too.
I have no ill will.
Best of luck to fulfill.
And with this pen
I write my personal goodbye.
My heart is where you’ll always be inside.
