I was once. Yes, I was.
Thought it'll be fun
Not even sorry for the word
'cos ****, it's no fun.

You're in the rainbow, adding more colors
While I'm here, hating colors.
Contended with blue and gray
Exploring all  its shades, babe.

As much as I want to be your ******,
but that person isn't me.
You can throw me luxuries
I'll still choose the stone.

That's why I left
Happily.
Contented.
No regrets. No regrets.

Wrote this poem to finally say goodbye.
Please be happy
'cos you deserve it.
Goodbye.