Blue October

I ended the book that I'm writing.
The part about you I'm tearing it out.
A simple goodnight, stop fighting,
There's nothing left to even read about.
I'm leaving you here my darling,
to search for a better and easy way out.
Through all of the pain that I'm causing,
There's nothing left to even sing about
And it goes......
Recorded Italian radio.
I changed up the words to make you happy though.