You used to talk to me like
I was the only one around.
You used to lean on me like
The only other choice was falling down.

I used to reach for you when
I got lost along the way.
I used to listen.
You always had just the right thing to say.

We used to have this figured out;
We used to have this under control.
We never thought.
We used to know.
At least there's you, and at least there's me.
Can we get this back?
Can we get this back to how it used to be?

But right now, you'd rather me gone. I don't see why i bother with this. I really wish you had the honesty to tell me things all along and say something if you had a problem with it.
Why do people have to judge. They don't really know. I suggest you take your noses and stick them somewhere else. please and thank you. grow up.