I’d love to look back
But it seems I have a strained neck.
Or maybe I have had enough of your games.
Your games are as dirty as pigs.
Will I look back over a broken promise?
Or can I gather back the broken egg?
You are now my past
The mistake of my youth
But will I share a few tears
over the nice times
we once or twice shared?
I think our love couldn’t stand the test of time.
Our love like a dry log was carried away
by the watering storm of life.
You are now the foundation of my heartbreaks
You are my pain…
This goodbye could be our sweetest word…
Goodbye my fiend…
Written by: Abel Iseyen Ancientman
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson