I do not sing the lines of my love for you
the words in my poems aren't yours to keep
I will not look fondly back at what I had with you
nor will I sit in my self pity and weep and drink
I will not fight to have you in my life
I will not feel bad and go out for a rebound

you don't seem to understand when you didn't stay all you did was take my agony and strife away
and you keep trying your flighty games of illustrious self deception in a style of repetition to try and wreck what little comfort I've managed to attain in an exaggerated fit of your own issues trying to push them into my brain

I don't need to see the rules to the game you're running to know that they're written in pencil and subject to sudden change
I don't need to see the pieces to know they're me and I want you to know that I will not be played
I will move on to greater things and forget you as if you were just a summer fling to put behind me in the wake of an execution of a bigger dream

you will see my name on the marquee and you will remember all the times you thought less of me
you will remember the things I said about how I will go on to be someone not dragged by negativity
I will move forward to sing on but your name will never even disturb the lines that I scream in my songs

I do not look at our times as more than a winter
I won't even put forth the time to be bitter
I will not think of you in anyway
you're finally gone and that's good enough for me