Having hope, I await your call
looking to my phone.
Hoping you'd change your mind
and without me you feel all alone.

It's foolish to have hope, I know.
It will never happen.
I told you to give me time.
My heart you had flattened.

We've been through four weeks of pain.
And now we've finally ended things.
I'm still shocked, it came out of nowhere,
and to think I was going to give you a ring.

I miss you every night, Annie.
And that's the honest truth.
How long will this pain go on?
Who knows. Just know I'm feeling blue.

You've hurt me terribly,
more than any woman before.
I hope you made the right choice,
But I can't wait for you anymore.

Some days are better than others.
At a slow pace I will find my way.
Someone who deserves me will come
Someone, somewhere, someday.

We were entwined in bewilderment
to put it at the very least.
But I talk to myself every day
to convince myself that we have ceased.

The other half of me is my voice of reason.
Encouragement, love, and hind sight.
He talks to me constantly,
to remind me to hold with might.

That's what I push to now:
My voice of moving on.
To forget and forgive
make you and I forgone.

I'll leave you with this sentiment, my dear:
We parted ways and it *****,
Someday we might change but until then,
Goodnight, Goodbye, and Goodluck.