You always wanted me to stay around, occasionally
But you haven't done enough, to keep me
Now I'm leaving you here with the consequences of your choices
Yeah, I wish things had been different too, but they weren't
You won't even know I've gone, for a long while
Because you so rarely ever look for me
Perhaps I'll return to you one day
But that will be a long time away
You never were available to me
Now you may look, but me you won't see
This story may be a tragedy
I can't change that—only one choice have I
I'm taking myself out of this drama
I'm tired of fighting, I'm tired of complaining
I'm tired of feeling hurt, and most of all
I'm tired of nothing changing—the futility
Now I have nothing more to say to you except,

Goodbye