New Man – Ed Sheeran
You can wail, you can cry.
You beat the sun out of your chest, you spill rivers and desert of pain and sweat.
Oh! You can try, I bet you can try to disgust him.
Oh! you can swear, you can throw him into the trash grave but he doesn’t care.
You can pretend peace of mind this moment.
Sure, you can only wish if he’ll regret, repent and show up once again begging, banging at your doorstep.
You can pretense you love someone else other than him this moment.
Sure, you can only dream if he’ll regret but he doesn’t care.
Because with all honesty, you lied first, you choked first. Yes, you killed him first.
You said you were confused for him because you were way high on other many probabilities and maths of permutated love game.
Oh! He only made your road easy, didn’t he?
Oh! devil, he left silently, he understandably ended it all, didn’t he?
Believe me, when I say he ain’t returning back.
Believe me, he is a light darling, who’s never, ever, ever coming back once asteroids like yourself lose it, rejects it.
He’s an invisible wave who has already left you light and light years away.
He doesn’t care.
“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.” – Sylvia Plath