The last time I saw you, was the last time I loved you.
This hole that Ive crawled through, darkened by tough truths
and disputes, trying to pull you back,
and my excuse was that I lack,
what is needed to be living without you.
Is why I pleaded, wishing for a reason to doubt you.
Like you still love me your just confused,
and it hurt so bad like you kicked a bruise.
Now I choose, to move forward,
deny the blues and ignore her.
Forget that I ever did anything for her.
The other guy, better? why?
So much hatred I wish he would die.
To damn proud to cry, so deep down inside
I dry my eye as I run and hide.
You broke me down to the most basic elements,
A joke, a clown, left lonely and selebate.
I wonder how often you think of me,
does it hurt like it does when I think of you?
cant take more misery, I know what I must do,
coming to terms with myself,
convinced its her loss
better and stronger and smarter because,
Ive placed the memories on the shelf and brushed the dirt off.
Hurt is replaced by motivation to desert the location,
of where we took vacation, and the mattress we shared.
Hard to believe how much I cared.
Glad that our childs life was spared,
parents like us would just be unfair,
So I now say goodbye and finally mean it,
Its over, dont try, to downsize or demean it.
We all make mistakes and this one was my biggest,
but now I got what it takes to accept that its finished