Broken Heart Gallimaufry

Break I: Better Left Unsaid

I’ve got almost nothing to say to you;

We’ve called it quits and we’re completely through.

There’s no point in hanging on around here;

There’s nothing left of what I once held dear.

I’ll go my way and you can go to hell!

It’s the only place you deserve to dwell.

But “Best of luck.” is all that will be said;

’Though my thought will be: “I hope you drop dead.”