PS Don't Write

While you were fucking up I went and found something new Packed up all my shit Stole back all my tapes Left your spare key under the mat This is not a joke You'd better learn to take a hint Cause I'm not coming back Maybe you'll understand when you're waking up alone In a cold and empty bed If you're reading this, I'm gone Happy b-day Ps! don't write! Cause you will not get a reply While you were fucking up I got my life in shape Somewhere along the line I found a hidden strength that I didn't know I had Standing on my own Cutting all the strings that you used to control Surprise surprise I am long gone If you thought you could keep me down By holding me up You were wrong You don't call the shots anymore While you were fucking off I learned to love myself again Even better now I learned to hate you C'est la vie, baby We're through See you around Maybe on the sixth of never