If all you gonna do
is come back at me
and cry about how you're sorry
just to repeat old history
please leave me be -
you know the quitter was you.
If your return is only to swear
on things you can't keep
when in truth you won't be there,
won't make a real move,
it won't matter the amount
you may try to prove
I could always count
on you as a good friend -
I must have missed the beat
that you wouldn't stay till the end.
You may try feeling better
for having had the grace
of telling the truth
of what you wanted no more
but you don't see how much youth
you could have spared looking me in the face
or having said all this way before,
but you might be just another player.
Look at yourself and just admit
that deep down it was just desire,
you let yourself burn by the fire
of what to me feels clear
it was nothing but an idea
to which you could never commit
and how easily you tire.
If no part of you
can handle the struggle,
can truly defend
or give me a home
no matter what it takes
and all you can be is the shade of blue
of making the same mistakes
and never knowing what you feel or do
quit us both of the trouble
of calling this the end.
From the start we were done
if everything hurts
for getting no more than words.
10/08/2023
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