You’re always trying to play games But I knew the rules Before you even read them out I studied your moves And your repeating patterns You, determining to win In the end, however You were the one left Wondering why you lost And how I broke your heart Instead
Forgiving you was easy Forgiving myself was the hardest Allowing you to use me Was the worst transgression I could have ever done To myself
Loving you was a constant struggle one that wasn't worth fighting for anymore because it didn't lead to anywhere.
I am proud of you for moving on and living the best life that you have always deserved. Sincerely, Myself.