Some people are used to goodbyes And I am one of them... Believe me! I know it really well.
But some of them did not even say a goodbye They just banged the door while leaving And messed up my home. By breaking all those moments in frames... Painting my red door black... And smashing the radio... Now I have these walls Really long blue walls...around my home Allowing noone to enter.
You treat them really well...but they end up breaking your stuff...it's upto to you how you keep yourself safe.