Thanks for never calling me to see if I'm ok.
I don't like phones anyways, I never know what to say.
Thanks for the letters you never send, telling me how you are.
I always forget to write back, so it wouldn't get too far.
Thanks for not coming to see me, just to see how big I've grown.
It would be akward anyways, I'm better on my own.
Thanks for all the emails I never get, just writing to say hi.
Pretending that we get along would be just a lie.
So thanks for not being a part of my life.
Thanks for not sharing my joy and strife.
Thanks for not being there, and just letting me be.
Thanks for not caring, and not loving me.
