It’s fine, really.
I’ll swallow down My feelings,
Been holding onto them Just way too long.
I am tired of waiting
For you to finally Be fucking ready.
It’s time to move on.
Please never call me, Don’t text me too.
I’ve learnt my lesson,
The past belongs to past, And I belong to you.
It rhymed slightly better.
I don’t, although
I always wanted to.