I will cease to be in your life
just as you've chosen not to be my wife
I don't like it, it shatters my dreams
but I have no thread left holding my seams
rather than staying the rug on the floor
I stand, a man, and walk out the door
I wanted to fill a box with a ring
but you've made it clear that's not the right thing
I'm sorry I wasted so much of your time
with my problems unending and these silly rhymes
Instead all I have is this here note
the tears are pouring, they'd fill a moat
I wipe them away and stand once more
over broken dreams I walk to the door
