I remember one time,
Just like it was yesterday,
My friend told me I couldn\\\'t have everybody on my mind,
I walked off not knowing what to say.
With a tear in my eye,
I walked off with a little bit of dignity,
Thought about how I was going to say goodbye,
I was thinking if she knew how I was feeling.
Now, a few months on,
I realise what she meant,
She meant to say that sooner or later she was going to be gone,
Between us now there\\\'s nothing left to be said.
Sometimes I write poems for all of my friends,
Sometimes I show them to more than one,
Then behind my back horrible things are said,
Things like\\\"How long left till from this school is she going to be gone?\\\"
All because I care for more than one person,
I get treated the way I do,
This time there\\\'s no lesson I\\\'ve learnt,
Except for no-one will miss me once I go.
It really is true,
Or at least it feels like it,
Sometimes I think the only person who cares is you,
Will you drag me out of this *siht?*
Because I\\\'ve been waiting here for a hell of a while,
Please prove me wrong,
Tell me all of these wonderful things,
I know you\\\'ll miss me once I\\\'m gone...
