I'm dead to you.
There's nothing left
For us to do.
We're not happy, anymore
And life's become, a boring chore.
There was a time,
I was daring and bold.
Now my fire is out.
And I have grown cold.
Forget about me,
I'll forget about you.
We weren't meant to be.
This is long overdue.
Nothing can save me.
Not even myself.
Even you put me,
far back on the shelf.
Especially when,
I was needing your help.
This is my story my life and my song:
Every word, note, and line, came out wrong.
