You buried all good things I used to give you.
You told me lies. You ended it with the words of devil without care of me, even a little bit. From now on; you are you, and I am I. There is no chance that we find each other, even as friends.
You were a dead living thing for me. Walk your way ... to the hell where Lucifer would say to you "Welcome home".
For the devil is unchained.