Not a day goes past where I don't think of you,
Sometimes it's pity and anger too.
There are times where I can almost forgive but I don't,
And there are days where I leave it to my heart to vote.
Such a waste of time and energy for me,
This is not what it should have been.
I try not to look back on times gone past,
You're long gone; I'm here now, myself at last.
So away from here and goodbye cruel one,
Your story's ended, mine has just begun.
