I’m sorry
To have to say it
But I don’t think
About you
Anymore
And if that sounds
Unkind
I can, once again,
Outline
How it was you
Who closed
That door
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
I’m sorry
To have to say it
But I don’t think
About you
Anymore
And if that sounds
Unkind
I can, once again,
Outline
How it was you
Who closed
That door
When
I next see her
I’ll be sure
To let her know
How you’re passionate,
Funny and kind
And how it hurts
To let you go
Whether
it’s her
Or whether
it’s me
You’ll never
be anything
But
unhappy