A Letter Found in the Pocket of a Dead Man

My weaker self was given no more chance to last as I got up and punched her in the face; now I’m the all time winner and the time has passed for you to be the one I can’t replace; there’s got to be you without me, so sad but true I’m over you; the way you’d treat me was the reason why my loving you was coming to an end, whoever thought my love could never die was either blind or dumb to comprehend; too much too late, no need to wait, the time is gone I’m moving on; you said, love is a game that only fools play; it seemed as if your heart had turned to stone, so I decided I would go on my way and finally be better off alone; the way is long but now I’m strong to start anew where there’s no you; now winter’s come around again it feels like you, my Mr. Cool; it’s raising memories of when I used to be your loving fool; there’s got to be you without me, so sad but true I’m over you.