When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong

I hope this is a passing phase.

There is no future where I stand here with you.

This is the end.

No longer will you hear my voice.

So long, goodbye.

And don't you think for a second...

You'll see my face again.

I killed hope, but you buried it.

This is a promise, I will not let you back in my life.

This is a promise I keep to myself.

Only time will tell, how long you'll keep your legs closed.

I give that bitch another week, before she's on her knees again with one of my friends.

And I tried my best to fogive and forget you.

Won't you be my bride? (Another day)?