Moving on...

There's a good reason for this defect I have

I'm sure I'll find out what it is someday

These pictures I have of you are driving me mad

I hang them up because you would have wanted it that way

Of all the times I thought I had it made

To someone else it might have seemed a joke

You say the life I live is starting to get played

I'm nothing but a joke

So I'm moving on

I think about you every night and what you've done to me

That wasn't right

You broke my heart and ripped apart my self esteem

Told me to go fly a kite

I'll be your friend when you are gone

I'm moving on