The first time you left I felt like dying,
You came back to me and continued lying.
The second time you left I was crying,
You came back again I continued trying.
The third time you left I found myself sighing.
No more crying.
No more trying.
I forgive myself for denying that I am not enough.
I forgive you for not loving me enough.
Now your back and I found another I look at her every day in the mirror.