Aren't you tired, darling?
For the past few weeks, we've been clashing,
For the past few days, we've been hurting,
For the past few hours, we're slowly turning into nothing.
Are you even a man, love?
You attacked me as if you were the wolf and I the dove,
You hurt me from my toes to above,
You branded me with the kind of pain that fit me like a glove.
Aren't you done yet, sweets?
You obliterated everything that we ever were into bits,
And I showered you with my frit,
But now I will no longer be your hit.
WE ARE OVER NOW, cherie.
The words we shared,
The actions we did,
THEY ARE FORGOTTEN NOW, my lovely.