I read of heartbreaks, of ***** estate,
and how to leave him with a blank slate.
Fair to say,
you will have a clean get away
only if you stay.
Remain in the pieces that you had been shattered,
and under the clouds that are scattered.
Only then sweetheart,
will you learn that moving on is art.
Tears my dear, and trouble grip of steer.
It will all soon be okay,
forget about the weight of your mistakes
And live but only
for today.