The day you went away, You had to screw me over. I guess you didn't know, all the stuff you left me with. Is way too much to handle, But I guess you don't care. You don't need to preach; you don't have to love me, all the time. Whatever on earth possessed you, to make this bold decision. I guess you don't need me; While whispering those words, I cried like a baby, hoping you would care-.