The world spins at 1000 miles per hour,
It is clearly time to move on,
For dirt will surely never blossom a to flower,
And a dead relationship should be gone.

If they have moved on, I should too,
I should make the grass green and not blue,
I should make the sky their rightful colour,
And forget everything that happened this Summer.

I guess it is but a bump in my life,
The same way they viewed it,
So here goes to diminishing strife,
And finding new people who are better fit.