Now I see her rebuilding, piece by piece,
The person I once loved, finding her own release.
She thinks of me as lustful, only caring for her skin,
But I watch her now, embracing the self she’s within.

Why couldn’t she see her worth when we were still entwined?
Why did it take my fall for her to free her mind?
But maybe that’s the way it’s meant to unfold,
Her growth born from the stories of me, cold.

If being the villain makes her stronger, that’s fine,
If in their eyes, I’m the reason she found her line.
Let me be the bad guy, if that’s the price to pay,
For her to rise and move forward, far away.

I’ll wear the mask they paint, with no defense or plea,
If it gives her the strength to be all she can be.
Let me be the villain, if that’s what it takes,
To see her rebuild, even if it’s on my mistakes.

It hurts to know they think I used them, nothing more,
That I cared only for their bodies, and nothing at the core.
They never took the time to know the heart inside,
Now I wear the mask of a villain, with nowhere to hide.

I tried to show them who I was, deeper than the skin,
But all they see is someone playing a game to win.
They don’t see the care, the love I tried to give,
Now I’m just the one who took, while they relive.

I’m painted as the one who saw them as a toy,
As if I only sought to break, to use, and destroy.
But I am not that man, that’s not the truth I know,
I wanted something real, but they’ll never see it show.

Now I stand as the villain in their tainted view,
A stranger to the heart they never really knew.
I wish they’d look beyond the scars and what they claim,
To see the soul behind the name they chose to blame.

This is my last act of love, the final thread I’ll weave,
I’m sad I’m not the one for you, it’s hard to truly believe.
Seven years we shared, a time that shaped my soul,
A piece of you remains with me, forever keeping me whole.

If one day you find someone new, someone to make you bloom,
Someone who sees your light and clears away the gloom.
I hope they make you feel like you, the way you always should,
And give you all the love I couldn’t, but always wished I could.

I feel the weight of sadness now, for not being enough,
For failing to show the depth of my love when things got tough.
I couldn’t make you feel the way you deserved to feel,
And now I face the truth I can no longer conceal.

I’m not the one who’ll stand with you at the altar in the end,
I’m not the person you’ll call a lover or even a friend.
It hurts to think of all the moments we once knew,
The dreams of forever that we both outgrew.

Those dates we shared, the laughter and the nights,
All our bondings and the warmth of the morning lights.
They are now pieces of the past, but I’ll hold them tight,
For they’ll forever be a part of my memory’s light.

I’ll cherish those times, though they’ve come to an end,
The love we built, though broken, it’s a love I can’t pretend.
I’ll carry it with me, though it may fade with time,
A love that was real, even if it lost its rhyme.

This is my last act of love, the final gift I’ll give,
Letting you go, so you can truly live.
I hope you find the happiness that slipped away,
And feel loved in all the ways I couldn’t convey.

When I can finally move on, when the weight is gone,
I’ll look back on this love and see how far I’ve drawn.
I’ll be proud to say I loved with everything I had,
Even though we parted, I’ll remember the good and the bad.

I’ll remember you as the girl I loved with all my heart,
Though we’ve drifted, you’ll always be a part.
And when the ache subsides, when I’ve finally healed,
I’ll know that my love was true, even if it wasn’t sealed.

So here’s my final act, my farewell to the past,
I hope your new love will be one that lasts.
I’ll carry the memories, but I’ll let you be free,
This is my last act of love—for you, for me.