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A Quitter
I have worked out every small detail
In this plan i've made.
This thing which cannot fail.
I dare myself to do this one thing.
You can have my car
You can have everything.
All that's good is gone.
I have tried too long.
I don't think i miss my mom & dad,
The class i cut,
The friends i never had.,
These things i won't miss,
Won't miss me.
My house,
My block,
The baby bird i set free.
The dance that i was never asked to,
The teachers
That thought they knew me.
They'll all remember what i did.
They'll ask whose fault was it?
Oh she was just a kid.
I'll be glad to go, you see.
You don't even know me.
Not at all.
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