Do you even miss me?
I've been leaving town,
hoping you might chase me.
I try to call, but you don't hear me,
so then you blame me for everything.
Still, you try to protect me -
afraid the world and its ways might reject me.
Well, even though you are the one who made me,
you can't save me from everything.
You depend on me,
but have you even tried living without me?
Is that why deep down you hate me?
You're the one who let me do everything.
You're the one that told me
to you I am so dear.
So, why then can't you hold me?
Why are you not here?
Do you even miss me?