You told me that you lost your shirt,
But the secret is I burned it.
You wore that damn thing everywhere,
It was awful.
You told me that you lost your guitar,
But the secret is I broke it
I couldn’t stand the constant thrum
Of your self-proclaimed greatness.
You told me that you can’t find my smile
But the secret is it doesn’t shine for you anymore,
What plays on my lips is just a memory.
You told me that you can’t feel my love,
But the secret is it’s gone, turned into
A faded, worthless thing.
I told you I’d be back soon,
But the secret is I’m leaving.
Goodbye