I thought you were perfect in my eyes, such "A good friend" who promised to stand by you people till the end huh? Your not standing by me at all now. I don't care if I never hear from the lot of you ever again. Why do I need you, why should I need you? am I that insecure in everyone's eyes? We talk once in a blue moon, nothing more then that, and nor will we ever. I'm out for good, away from you people. I'll keep living my life, and y'all can live yours, I'm not begging to talk to you any more.
I'm out, I'm walking away & not stuttering, or stumbling. No more seeing you go back on your words while I keep my promises. All pieces of my past, nothing more. But maybe you never were really my people to begin with in the first place.
