If  I were to leave tomorrow
Would you sit in sorrow
Or complain I was selfish
And that my life was simply a glitch

I bet you wouldn’t wonder about the pain I felt
The pain for which my whole life I’ve delt
You couldn’t ponder the verbal; abuse I sat through
I've been like this for awhile, but you didn’t take the time to notice the clues

“She was just selfish”, you say
As you look down in the coffin I now lay