If i had the okay,
i would see him everyday,
i wouldn't see him only once,
i would see him every month,
but he has to go,
when i was little i put on a show,
i would cry and cry,
i felt like i wanted to die,
please don't go,
i felt so low,
why did they split,
i don't want to go through this shyt,
i would scream,
i would call them mean,
but i had to accept it,
but i wouldn't want to quit,
they'll never be together again,
but he'll be with me to the end,
but when he says bye,
i sit down...and cry
