Nothing can perish until it survives
Once friends into lovers, then torn into lies.
A flame without passion is simply hot air,
What more can I say? You just were not there.
Iâ€™ll give you 4 stanzas, in this my last verse
Escaped from your prison, a journey through words
You said that you loved me in dollars and cents
But when the time came, Iâ€™m still paying rent.
Give me three spikes, and a pair of long boards
While Iâ€™m twisting thy words, allow a few more
Iâ€™ve abandoned your drama, it wore me quite thin
Left needing to lose, to learn how to win.
Iâ€™m doing quite well now, Thanks for the leave
Much time has been wasted, and the â€˜truthâ€™ does deceive
The sides of this story, are now two and flat
Our book has been closed, let us leave it at that.