You leave me here, crying.

But you don’t even know.

You’re too busy looking forward.

To see the tears that flow.

…

You don’t even glance back

At the friends that you’ve betrayed

Just a smile of phony comfort

Not seeing the mess you’ve made

…

So go on, now leave.

We don’t want you here.

But like that even matters?

Either way, you’ll disappear.

…

If you knew the things you’ve put us through

That we encounter every day.

The wall of stone that you put up

To keep us far away.

…

The laughs, the smiles, the happy times.

All now don the drain.

And nothing matters to you, anymore.

Especially not our pain.