I am not going to be here for long,
for I have far too little time, and you have done me wrong,
no, I am not here for long,
and yes, soon I will be gone,
gone into the setting sun,
for your love was all wrong,
and though I do not have enough time,
I do not have enough time to keep meandering upon,
I do not have enough time to keep pondering upon,
upon your words, for them I wish I had never heard,
I wish them I had never heard, but they still linger on,
and they are as painful as the day that they arrived,
the first day that you spewed them forth so viciously,
from your mouth,
and with them you cut me like a knife,
you cut me like a knife with my words,
and my life went south,
and though I loved you darling it was all wrong,
and we were going at each other like hammers and tongs,
and our love was wrong,
wrong,
wrong,
and it was one sided,
and you demanded more than I could give,
and it was never enough to satisfy you,
and there was no life truly lived,
no life at all,
and my heart was broken repeatedly,
and I had nothing left to give,
and I am glad to be leaving you,
for it was all pain and no pleasure and suffering,
with which I could never live with,
because you done me wrong,
and I will carry on walking,
and I will try my best to move on,
but I cannot forgive,
for you cut me like a knife with such vicious words,
that I wish I could ram back down your throat,
but you are best left behind,
and in time I hope I will forget your face,
because your love I think it already is,
and your love it seemed so fake,
and here I am walking down the road,
trying to erase the memory and lighten the load,
the load of the suffering and the heartbreak,
that you caused me,
heartbreak that I cannot forgive,
heartbreak that I cannot forgive as long as I live.
