I'm really over it this time
Whose idea was it to pick up the pieces anyways.
Maybe I wanna leave it all on the floor n walk away.
I can't keep pretending that its all okay.
Yes I still care n it kills me to have to let you go.
I'm not gonna pick up the pieces, so next time you come around i won't make that same mistake.
Everyone told me you were no good and this is how it would end.
If I only would of listened then I wouldn't be sitting here with a shattered heart yet once again.
So I refuse to pick up the pieces
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem