I have that stingy feeling in my throat,

and there are drops sliding down my cheek.

You call me a liar, but not to my face.

That hurts so much, you just don’t know.

I want to leave, just go put on my coat.

I have no words, but these tears can speak.

If I were to leave you, I doubt you would chase…

You still have many years to grow.

When you call me “liar” it gets my goat.

I say no words because I am meek.

This internet chat is my one saving grace,

because I cannot let you go.

My leaving wouldn’t be on a good note.

Even of me, your views are oblique.

So for tonight, I’ll give you plenty of space.

I love you, though I feel so low...