I sometimes wonder what would happen if I ran away.

Would you miss me? Would you look for me?

It’s not like you’ve been here for me anyways.

Would the guilt of that kill you? Would you cry?

It’s not like you to show you care, especially about me.

Would you let me go? Wold you fight for me?

Or would you let me disappear into thin air, like a magic trick that lacked the magic, to make you wish I would have stayed?