I hate you, I love you I miss you, but I’m guilty about it ****, you don’t give a damn about me, I just want to talk You’ll be gone next year but, I can’t help but wish you weren’t I can’t help but wish you wouldn’t move I’ll miss you So ****ing much You don’t care but I can’t help but care You’re my only friend That only person I can relate with Talk to Be genuine with You’ve been gone and, I’ve been alone Without I’m I I get lonely I don’t have anyone Nobody to be with Nobody to talk to Nobody else that, I can understand and, like Genuinely Romantically It’s not, fair That you’re just leaving By choice Not even, thinking about my input About my thoughts About what it’ll do to me But that doesn’t matter because You’re happy You’re excited You’ll have fun And leave me behind You’ll just have fun, Without me Friends come and go, Joy, comes and it goes What’s the point I even holding on if, They’re just going To let You go