Bad-BYE

I recognize this good-bye,
The kind w/lots of feeling but
no real heart inside.
It's the kind my daddy told me,
He made them ALL the time.
He would say he loved me most,
that was his favorite line;
and that he would always see me,
but he never had the time.
But that is okay my sweetie,
I'm growing tired of your kind.
It won't be long before I forget you
and punishment, is my good-bye.
See my heart is what I talk with,
and I do not speak in lies;
so when I do let go of you
it will be for the last time.