You never really loved me in the way I wanted.
And I suppose I knew, and didn't really mind.
Because I find that I don't really love anybody.
For me it just seems to be a waste of time.

Yes you came and went through all those love lost years.
But it was you who broke my heart, and made me shed those crimson tears.
So let me hope that what I said was true, and I didn't really care.
Then perhaps I'll find the power, or ask of friends their strength to
lend.
But with you, no more friendships, that I couldn't bare.
For my sanity's sake, this has to be it, now has to be the very end.
Goodbye

Eshu

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Midautumn, in the year 80 MA.