Good-bye

I closed the curtain to say good-bye.

I swore it was the last time you would ever make me cry.

But there I stood with only a few things to ask,

Can she love you like me?

Do you think she will last?

but still,

I put up with your nonsense.

I put up with your games.

I put up with your lying.

I put up with your fame.

 And here you stand,

wanting me back.

But I'm afraid it doesn't happen just like that.