You seemed so sweet the day we met.
You were so smooth, you didn't even sweat.
I thought to myself, he is the one,
and search for love will be done.
After a few weeks you start to freak.
Though I couldn't speak.
I loved you too much, I didn't want to let you go.
But after all this, I think I now know.
I'm sorry, but we're done.
This is the simplest way to put it, I know it's not fun.
But really, don't you think it's OK?
You never loved me anyway.
