I've moved on, i've met someone new
i've realised more than ever i don't need you
i can finally smile and shut that door
i don't need to let you treat me like a whore
i've got someone new who treats me good
the way it's meant to be, the way it should
you can't hurt me, you can't make me cry
last poem i'm writing for you, farewell, goodbye


for ben


Copyright Rebecca Waring