Fallen leaves, in your wake,
They're like your broken promises-
The shows which you put on,
And the masks that you don-
You are so fake, ingenuity,
I am surprised there's even debris.
We had some good times together,
Riding out some rough waves too-
But my dear friend you've finally
Shown your true colors to me,
I can afford to lose you,
And take back the comfort Ive offered.
You'll remember this,
You shall never hear from me again.
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