My heart had nothing left to give or sell,
but still you insisted
it was good enough for you,
good enough for you to place
a ring upon my finger
and promise me that you would never
take your love away-
even if I acted a little strange sometimes.
Now, every time I look at it,
I am only reminded of the same pain I feel
every time I look at you.
The look of relief in your eyes when you left,
when you knew you had finally escaped from me.
I tried to tell you I was sorry,
but you already made up your mind to walk away,
and so I remove this ring from my finger,
along with the all the love it came with,
and throw it back at you!
Tell me,
was it worth the pain,
and will you miss me now that I'm gone?
