I am so glad it’s over and done I cannot sleep beside you I’ve been on my own for far too long I am done with poetry From now on I’ll be blunt It’s a illusion to believe That there’s a match for everyone I’m holding hands with the Devil now And I’m too sad to masturbate Alas, this is going to be pathetic But that just cannot be helped Against all better judgment I was still hoping for greater things to come But now I’m just glad that it’s over And that I am over this one