• My heart's going to brake.
    This is begining to feel fake.
    Never calls me hun,
    This ain't fun.
    It makes me cry,
    I want my tears to dry.
    I love him so much,
    A little more with every touch.
    But it has to stop.
    I don't want to be his prop.
    I have to let go,
    And say no.
    I don't want to hear his lie.
    So, it's time to say good-bye.