I’ve taken down your pictures,
I don’t need them anymore.
I’ve taken all your sketches,
And placed them by the door.
I’m erasing all the memories,
Of the good times we once had.
Now I’m trying to act happy,
While deep inside I’m oh so sad.
I used to think we’d made it,
I’d found my place at last.
Looked forward to the future,
And just forgot the past.
But the past won’t really let me,
So now I’ll have to go.
And leave you standing crying,
'Twas all my fault, I know.
Maybe you’ll forget me,
And find another love.
Someone who’ll love and treat you,
And never ever rove.
I wish you health and happiness,
The things I thought we had.
Yes, outwardly I’m smiling,
But inside I feel so bad.
Kitos.