In this brand new world with brand new rules of passion play and war crimes treaties blind trust and kisses rake the coals to stir up a flame in a once civil tongue and that flame can burn but not to the nerves only to leave scar on my memories and opinions of you and you you are gone from my mind once I finish this poem because you are not worth the reaction in my blood but you are worth the time it took to write these lines because it's only kind to say goodbye So goodbye and be safe but never call me again