In a tale of heartbreak, a story unfolds,
Where love was los, and pain took its
goddamn toll.
They fucking left in search of greener
pastures afar,
But found no solace, no guiding star. 

Their return, not born from a fucking
affectionate embrace, but from a void
Wherever they fucking wandered, none
cared to lend an ear, And so, they sought
solace, drawing fucking near.

Yet, let not your goddamn heart be swayed
by their return, for their motives lie in the
lessons they did goddamn learn.
When they come knocking, Seeking solace's
goddamn clout,
Shut them the fuck out, for your heart
deserves no goddamn doubt.

Remember, dear soul, the strength that
resides, The resilience that within you
presides.
For you, the one who cared when no one did,
Hold your goddamn ground, let their
absence fucking forbid.

Embrace the truth, let wisdom be your
fuckin guide,
In this tale of love's unraveling goddamn
tide.
For their return, a fleeting moment it shall
be,
Shut them the fuck out, set your own 
goddamn spirit free.