Go
I can tell you're moving on
Can't blame you one bit
No use in holding on
To something that leaves you in a fit
But I can't say I'm pleased
Because it's so wrong
I'm left begging on my knees
And can feel this goodbye will be long
Walk out the door
Just like the rest has done
I won't bother you anymore
We won't even hang out for fun
Because if you feel the need to go
Then just take everything
I'll be left letting my life go by so slow
Left with...nothing
By: Mika Buell
August 26, 2001
7:30 p.m.
Inspired by:
Not her... I should have never written this... It's about a friendship/relationship that I'm losing.