Okay, sweetheart, look. I'm doing everything you want already, I left. I let you leave. What more do you want from me? What more do you want. Is it too much to ask, to just wanna talk to you once in a while. If I let you leave, if I let my heart break and just go along with it cause it's what you wanted, can't you just stick around as a friend like you promised?

Just, why do you treat me like that. Like my life is that easy to walk in and out of.