Someone always told me,

to follow my heart.

Every time I would try,

my plans fell apart.

Baby,

you're calling me baby.

You don't really care about me.

Take a step back,

until I cant see your face.

Keep walking boy.

Don't bother fixing the mess you made.

I'm done fighting for you,

and I'm tired of all your lies.

The promises you made to me,

what's with these constant goodbyes.

You broke my heart,

too many times,

and you never picked up the pieces,

and yet,

I still keep coming back to you.

It's my fault for thinking,

for thinking you could change,

even after all you've done,

but boy,

if you want me back,

prove that you still love me,

show me you really care,

and fight for me,

cause I'm not going to be yours,

for very long,

so goodbye.

I'm gone.