Don't dream of me when I'm gone,
I wanted nothing but to stay.
Yet here I am passing
You have nothing left to say.
Looking back through the glass
Of where my picture lay
My memories before they pass
Showed happiness portrayed.
Broken, useless, covered in dust
For all the gifts I payed
Your the one I trusted
This poem is what I have to say
You lied, you cheat, took me for a fool
You sought out lust.
Used me as a tool
Heartless beauty with skin so divine
I'm sorry loving you was my gulity crime...