August 7, 2011

when i'm gone

You always like me better when I'm away I've realized, when I'm gone you can't seem to let go, you ask about when we'll meet again and you tell me you think I'm great, then I come around and it's all wasted, like nothing ever happened, take me for granted once again. And listen, that's all fine, but one of these days when I leave, it'll be for good and I won't even say goodbye.

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