I was tired of your games,
Tired of your lying.
After every fight,
It was me who ended up crying.
You told stupid excuses,
That sounded so pathetic.
You not often sounded romantic,
Rarely did you attempt to sound poetic.
It was better to go different ways,
Maybe we weren't made for each other.
We should find other people,
To find the right lover.
Don't worry,
Against you I don't hold a grudge.
But please do make sure,
That by looks, again, you won't judge.