I used to always care
about who was or wasn't there.
I'd stand on the sidelines alone
without a friend to call my own.
As it stands today;
there's just so much I need to say.
Where were you when I was on my knees?
Begging the world, yelling my pleas.
Where were you when I was in the dark?
Hiding my heart, breaking apart.
I suppose I'm just that easy to ignore,
I'm here for your use; nothing more.
I'm sorry to say
but I'm walking away.
My exit is long overdue,
but I'm not sorry I won't miss you.