I walk out the under used door,
Because honestly I just don’t care anymore.
And now you see your losing what you took for granted,
And try to nourish the love you have planted.

I am just another person walking the lonely street,
Walking, jogging, to my own steady beat.
You have hurt me like this before,
And each time you hurt me a little more and more.

But I am sick of being just another trophy to you,
No matter what you say or what you do,
I am long gone from your hurtful words,
And right now I am as free as the birds.

I will not shed a single tear over our former love,
I will forget your aggressive pushes and shoves.
Because right now I walk away as though I never knew,
That once I was very much passionately in love with you.