I must bid you adieu.
It’s tough but this I must do.
I thought it would’ve been different,
But I should’ve knew
For the devil can be dressed… in sheep’s clothing.
You are unworthy of my touch; of my kiss.
Which you must live without,
You must soak in sadness,
because of what you put me through,
I promise I could’ve handled the truth.
You clothed me with your love and promises that were fainted.
For your love was old,
I know it wasn’t you,
It was me,
For me & you were,
Never meant to be.
You were such a smooth criminal.
For your lies,
We’re so carefully disguised.
Now I must cut off all ties.
You denied yourself a piece of heaven,
For I was an angel who stuck by your side,
twenty- four seven.