There comes a point in life when the past needs to be left to rest and and moving on is for the best. At that point dont look back, let those memories 'Hit The Sack'

Why look back?

She’s gone.
Hit the sack.

Your voice;

no longer the melody to her song.
From you she has moved on.

It’s now their hearts, beating in synchrony.

It’s he who is her perfect symphony;
and his; the eyes that have her in captivity.

She hates you.

There’s nothing now, that you can do.