It's unhealthy for him,
It's unhealthy for me.
It's unhealthy even for everyone to see.

It was love and it was nice.
But now, again its time to roll the dice.
To find peace among myself,
And place my feelings on the shelf.

To move on but not forget,
And to never regret.
That this love was true,
Oh but the love was getting blue.

To love him back, may be soon,
But not forced fed by a spoon.
And I hope he would agree,
That love was sometimes me.

So this time I say goodbye,
But please, my love, do not cry.
For I will set you free,
and in the future time you would see.

That letting you go was the hardest thing,
But in the future, when you put on that ring,
You would be happy that I've set you free,
And I know someday soon, you will thank me.