Our song had such a thoughtless melody

We skipped on every sixteenth note of agony

without realizing you'd be the death of me.


I thought you were a remedy

But instead I had an epiphany

That you truly are

My source of anxiety.


Condemn me every time

When I finally expressed it to someone else

You spat that it was just a lie.


You called me phony

But dear, Don't look so lonely.


Now I moved on and left you

Then I hear that you ask about me?

Make up your mind Love.


Just know that with whatever you choose

You already will lose

For I am no longer your fuse.


So please do lay

With out a source

Just as you did to me.



Yours Truly.