What are you going to do
when my poems aren't about you?
what are you going to say
when I'm happy without you one day?
what are you going to think about
when i tell you to get out?
what are you going to feel
when i tell you my feelings for you are no longer real?
i don't know what you're going to do
i don't know what you're going to say
i don't know what you're going to think or feel
but i hope you know, because today is the day.
this is my last poem about you
this is my last tear for you
this is my last word to you
this is my last thought of you
so i hope you had your fun
toying with my heart
i just am warning you
not to even start
so next time i write a poem
don't think it's about you--
because it's not
and next time I'm upset
don't think it's because of you--
because you lost your shot
go ahead and leave her
go ahead and come crawling back to me
I'll be here when you come
too bad for you,
all I'm going to do
is send you back to where you came from
sorry for your loss
sorry about all of this
it's just not worth it
my tears are over
and so are you
so i hope you have someone else to crawl to
goodbye to the memories
i hate to see them go
goodbye to all the heartaches
i hated letting the pain show
goodbye to all the tears
I'm done completely
goodbye to all the years
i spent ignoring the truth right in front of me
