I never got to say goodbye,
I never got to close the lie;
I never backed down from the high
I never said we didn't fly.

I'm sorry if you'd feel offended,
It's my fault that you're tormented,
Our bond became distorted,
Our spark abruptly ended.

You never said that four-letter word,
Neither did I, but from another, you've heard,
My heart of paper suddenly burned;
I know I've left you quite disturbed.

I wrote these words without the tears;
I've ran out of them, thinking of the fears;
The fears that left me stumbling here,
That what little love will suddenly sear.

My heart feels cold;
I've got no one to hold;
Our emptiness will mold;
In my heart, numbness, behold.

This words will stream endlessly,
So I'd cut my pen abruptly;
It's fine: You've left me lonely;
It's fine cause you're left happy.