When I'm there you act like you don't care, 

but when I'm gone you tell me "boy I wish you were here".

When I'm there you look me in my eyes and drown my ears

with excuses

so tell me what are the uses

of me being there

if you're only going to abuse it

instead of holding me tight

and giving me kisses.

I know you miss it, 

you miss me

and you had the opportunity 

to show me that you love me

but instead you pushed and kicked me

out of your life and now you're left with

misery.

Good bye