Sometimes I take it for granate.
The things you do, and say.
But how was I suppose to know,
That you were letting go?
You never told me, or even let me know.
I know you gave the hints,
But I think everything is kewl,
Until I hear it from you.
I wish you would just let me know,
So I could let you go.
I got attached so easy,
But now you want to go.
So just get it over with and let me,
So I can let it go.
