It's already 2 am, and I can't sleep.
For once, the wound was too deep.
I know I should try to be the bigger person,
But honey, my heart has never been iron.
This time, you won.
Say the words, and I'll be gone.
However, I do not promise peace.
You made yourself my nemesis.
Everyone knows I've always been vindictive,
And what can I say? It's addictive.
I'll be back, as you and I know,
but for now, I leave this as my manifesto.
I'll be in France, at the chateau,
living of baguettes and cappuccinos.
Still, you should sleep with an eye open.
We both know vengeance is golden.