When Keeping It Real Goes Wrong

hope this is a passing phase. 
There is no future where I stand here with you. 
This is the end. 
No longer will you hear my voice. 
So long, goodbye. 
And don't you think for a second.. 
..you'll see my face again. 
I killed hope, but you buried it. 
This is a promise, I will not let you back in my life. 
This is a promise I keep to myself. 
Only time will tell, how long you'll keep your legs closed. 
I give that [bad word] another week, before she's on her knees again with one of my friends. 
And I tried my best to fogive and forget you. 
Won't you be my bride? (Another day)?