No more sway in the angel's spell,
To hold my heart and keep unwell,
All thoughts of me, oh happy day,
The one I loved has flown away.

Goodbye my love and gentle muse,
I was blind to your misuse,
No more binding words to heel,
All happy thoughts of how to feel.

Ironic then that you despised,
My wounded heart and weakened pride,
As it would seem you were the cause,
For all my often mentioned flaws.

My nervousness was linked to you,
And often times my sadness too,
Would dance in pair, a tragic waltz,
To amplify my many faults.

And then would come the sly remarks,
To keep me guessing at your heart,
And all the while you'd wonder why,
My confidence just seemed to die.

But for all my faults and flaws alike,
There is one truth I can't deny,
My life was better when you weren't here,
So goodbye my love, most sincere.