Perhaps all we have been together was a lie.

It must be a lesson I have to overcome.

But my brainfog doesn't let me recall your name,

Nor what you've done on that horrible day.

Look down and pity me, only if you'd like,

Leave behind the mess that you left me to rot by,

Perhaps look back with no regret, and move on as you are,

But I wish to speak to you just one last time.