I saw you walking very clear away from here holding a grudge with both hands, tightly, squeezing hard that chip on your shoulder must be older than you I accept you're gone so, carry on It's been a week since you walked out and I won't pout I can be impulsive too and set my sights in six directions then give up on them all and fall back where I started I know you're gone carry on You scampered off without a clue what I would do when you laughed and ran well, keep on laughing, silly girl I'm better off alone on my own with better credit I'm glad you're gone move those legs and carry on!