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.