You see the suit case at the door.
Don't ask me, where I'm going?
The writing was written upon the wall.
It's over.
As if this is something you suddenly discovered.

You saw the bags being packed days before.
Which I guess to you was just an act.
Now you shocked and in awe about my choice.
While you stayed a child.
I grew up.
So, don't ask me, where I'm going?
Cause you see the front door wide open.
I'm leaving.
Departing this mess.
Before it causes me too much stress.