I hate how your pretending.
Don't think I don't know the truth.
Why are you doing this?
I know your not happy for me.
I know you hate what I'm doing.
I know you hate me.
Your scared of me,
of what I might do.
Whats the worst that could happen?
honestly, tell me you don't.
Tell me  you dont talk behind my back,
tell me you dont cry.
tell me you wont walk away,
and leave me here to die.
I know you think Im stupid.
I know you want to run.
so, why are you standing here?
staring at my back. 
I know you hope I'm leaving you,
I know you want me back.