One walks out
and I seem fine.
I hide the hurt
deep, down inside.

Another walks out
and people start to see
it's starting to seriously
have an affect on me.

They continue to walk
in a single file line
out of the door,
out of my life.

I only had you
after everyone left
I thought you'd stay
different from the rest.

But then you did
what I feared you'd do
you stood up from your seat
and you left too.

You were not only my friend
but sister at heart
I didn't ever think
you'd want us apart.

You were all I had left
and now
you are
just
like
them.