I Give Up

The time for games is over and done.
I give up, it's over, I'm broken, you've won!
What else can you take from me now can't you see?
You've destroyed who I was, I don't know which me is me.
So Go! Leave me here, in a pool of metaphorical blood.
Someone else will have to fix me, call upon a cleansing flood.
Soon enough your memory will be erased and I won't be such a chump.
Because, you see, my dear, you were nothing but a pot hole and a road bump.
So have a good life, I'll see you soon, I hope you live it well
Because after all you did to me, I guess I'll get to see you in Hell.