A Not So Good-Bye

Poor me, woe is me

Will be your mantra for eternity

No one cares, no one’s there

Well, not anymore, to be quite fair

No one loves me, they all refused to stay

Can’t you see, one by one, you pushed them away?

I’m sorry; I wish it weren’t so,

But until you grow up and learn, I, too, have to go.

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