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.