Hello's from you to me seem like a distant memory I can't look into your eyes partly because I'd break down but also because you won't let me see you again and I care about you more than a father and his first son and in return you toss me out the nest like a mother bird throwing her baby to it's a eventual death maybe you just expect me to fly I guess it doesn't matter now fool me once... and so the story goes "That's life" you said when you left me but does it have to be? does life have to be anything we don't want we have enough money enough wisdom enough anything to do what we want why must I live through strife why can't I write my own book which mind you if I was the protagonist you'd be the love interest and the antagonist you're the only one outside of me that has a pull on me you drag me to the dirt like a lasso to a cow and only pull harder when I scream ow you don't love me although you say you do that's life I guess and from now on mine's without you