I'm tired of being tired
I'm sick of being sick to death over the neverending drama that is you
so I'm ending it here and now
I loved you both
I gave it a go
but in the end
I decided to let go
for not once but twice
the drama began
and not one nor the other
took a real stand
to look me in the eye
and say I'm sorry
for the drama that I caused
So take a look at what you've done
then realize that not one of you won
My heart My hand is still my own
With drying ink dropped from this pen
My poem of you
Has come to an end
good luck to you both
in all that you do
Remember I tried
can you say you did too?
