A/N: Before I get millions of flames saying that I don't have a clue....I understand that people need their space and I can only respect that. And I will. I just had to get this out...because I can't help wondering if it's something I did and it hurts...so...yeeeaa...
R&R me, I'll R&R you, just give me some time.
Anger building up inside
14 days till the twenty-ninth
And I really need to get out of here
I'd love to have you stay and at least feel near
But now you don't even want to write or call
You don't want contact, nothing at all
And I understand why but damn, it hurts
I feel unwanted, abandoned, with third-degree burns
One huge guilt trip for leaving the same day
One huge heartbreak for the things I'll never say
I hate that you're leaving but I think you know that
I want to scream, to cry, because only I'm coming back
Part of me wishes you'd just tell me
You don't want to talk once you leave
But you say that's not it and I'm left to wonder
What it is, then, and I start to ponder
If everything I said meant nothing to you
And I'm sorry for talking, for listening, for anything
14 days until the twenty-ninth...
But I feel like today is when I said good-bye