That\'s it, iam gone,
dont woory about me, iam moving on,
you dont have to worry about my ringtone,
that you assigned for me on to your cell phone,
you say you love me but i know better,
thank your self because you didnt treat me better,
i have to look after myself,
why not, you left me by myself,
so this is the last poem from me to you,
youll never meet anyone like me that i know is true,
iam sorry but i must do this
yes, you i will miss,
if you cant respect that your whole perspective is whack,
maybe you\'ll love me when i fade to black.
