You want to be part of my life.
I cant stand the strife.
It feels like I have been cut by a knife.
You left when I was three.
But now you want to be back by me.
I saw you every now and then.
Now you want to be my friend.
I will not cry as my life passes me by.
This road is like gravel.
It becomes hard to travel.
You ruined my life.
By cutting me with this strife.
