I'm staring at you

through the glass,

reminiscing about

the past,

You left w/o saying

Goodbye,

and all it did was

make me cry,

Why did you take it

so far,

you didn't have to

get into that car,

that night you were

supposed to stay w/ me,

but instead you chose to leave,

did you think that

you'd be able to run,

after shooting that stolen gun,

or did it not click

into your head,

that because of you

someone was dead