Why do I come back?
When I do, I cry.
I never go a day without crying.
That can't be okay, right?
Why do I come back?
When I do, I get criticized.
I never go a day without being criticized.
Is it too much to ask for a compliment?
Why do I come back?
When I do, no one listens.
I never go a day without not being listened to.
Can you just listen for a change?
I think I'm done coming back.
Nothing good comes out of it when I do.
I say I'm not coming back,
But in the end I probably will.
One of these days though I won't be coming back
And you'll regret it,
I'm sure of it.
Just wait.
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