If i told you i was leaving. would you give in? If i told you i didnt want you. would you come clean? If i left and went away. would you miss you? No doubt you no that im gone. But would you think about me? In the back of that class when im not there would you find someone new? to treat unfair. Your eyes burn the back of my head. i can feel your stare would you find somenew? wont you just come clean? im leaving. are you thinking about me? Im mad at myself right now. i went to far yesterdy. im afriad this will turn out like every other thing. we still havent talked. im feel the repetition i feel the sad torture that i create. i feel the cold ground as i hit it. i feel everything and you feel nothing. but then they always say oposites attract.