You don't know me.
I hope you understand that.
Tomorrow I leave.
When I'm gone
You won't notice.
The pain you felt inside.
I was a mistake.
Told again and again.
That's why I never looked for a friend.
Eventually mistakes are forgotten.
That's why I'm leaving.
I won't be forgotten anymore.
Black and blue.
Blue and black.
Covered from front to back.
Scars fade.
Bruises disappear.
You won't have to hear me cry anymore.
Face the facts.
I won't be back.
And you don't even care.
You don't know me.
You never will.
Because I will be gone, over the hills.