I do believe,
The time has come,
For me to leave.
I’ve got to run.
Your game is torture.
A living hell.
You lie to me.
You make me unwell.
Do I place blame?
Or do you?
This game we play,
Is done by two.
I’ve tired of the back and forth.
The confusion has dwindled my worth.
Goodbye to you,
The man I love.
I’ll be here.
When you decide to show up.