life moves on.

The streets are empty, cold and bare. so silent that you would hear a hare.
II'm sorry you left and its I'm to blame. I cant keep good friends, such a shame.
I drive you made, and make you sad. just as I did, with my dad.
Just like you, I made him go. I wanted to beg you to stay...but I knew you'd say "no..."
People come and go, and life moves on, so why do I ponder on all who's gone?
My family doesn't grieve so why do I? why cant I see, I shouldn't want to die...
So in my room , I shall sit. don't think of a wrist to slit.
Your not going to die...All your loved ones would all cry..
But then again...
People come and go...and life...moves on....without me...