you call me your starlight, sunshine, and hope
i help you with everything, every problem you need to cope
with, i am tired, exhausted, and done
all the help from you i get ? is zero, none.
my stomach's upset, not from my anxiety
but from all the issues and stitches that you've given to me
over time, it's your time, it's my time to end it
give you food for thought and think about a way to spend it
it's fine, i'm done, we're through
and in the end when i watch this all again,
i'll be thinking to myself about how i never missed you
