Damp mulch,
**** mulch,
Always getting inside your tennis shoe,

You said that you were leaving,
I didn't bother to cry,
Just slung my back pack over my shoulder,
You said you were surprised I didn't look back,
With my soft blue eyes, staring
Holding onto what was never there.

You said that you were leaving
I didn't bother to cry,
Just stuck my hand in my back pocket,
You said you were surprised I didn't look back,
With my stormy gray eyes, tornado
Backing away from your grasp

I don't do goodbyes, I don't do goodbye hugs, or farewells or see you laters. I just ******* walk away.