What if I were to walk away?
Never looking back,
Even if you begged me to stay?
How would you feel,
If that were real?
What if you couldn’t hear me sing,
See me make funny faces,
Or listen to my dreams?
What if all you had left of me,
Nothing heard, nothing seen?
Would you regret the way you made me feel?
Or would you erase me completely?
Even the memory of me whispering to you sweetly?
Would you wish you hadn’t been so mean?
Maybe the names you called me,
Would’ve been more clean.
Would you wish you could hold me again?
Or just be able to call me your friend?
What if you never seen me again?