You love me. I loved you. Always thought of me never of u, thatz how i knew this love couldn't b true on my part i couldnt do this 2 you. So i left, withdrew 4rm your embrace, disapeared without a trace; disconected number dials...no answer...nobody home. Empty spaces, staind patches on the wall where our happy faces hang, u thought forever in still frame. Empty traces, of feelings once felt between us that ceased to remain the same. Am i the one to blame? We are puppetz of the magician Mutability, 2 fight against it would b done in futility. Unwilling to accept it, i had to flee from thee. I'm sorry 'tis the way it had to be. I ran away to protect you from me.