Gone,
No more of you.
I'm not a bit,
A tiny bit blue.
You treated me like a toy,
Sometimes I wonder,
What's going on in your mind boy.
You left me,
And that's your fault.
You knew that if you pushed me,
I would revolt.
But no,
You still neglected me,
And then you come saying,
That you were the one who made me happy?
Sometimes you went too far,
Well now I'm further,
Than any possible star.
I'll be waiting for another man to come.
A man who would treat me nice.
And with love.
This man will see me.
Even when I'm way high up and above.