The ones we think of as precious
When they’re not near
How wrong is it
To turn your shoulder and leave
As I’m sitting here shedding a tear
Why must it be so hard to understand?
The reason I’m upset
It seems I’m drowning in myself
Cause my face is soaking wet
But it’s as if you never hear a word I say
Or maybe you, just don’t care
I think I should be the one leaving
But, no, I wouldn’t dare…