Of all the times you had to f*cking walk away.
You chose now; no words, no goodbyes, nothing to say.

You leave me now, when I needed you the most.
You left without a trail-it's as if I'm chasing ghosts.

Tell me truth-were you my friend or some sick con?
Cause one minute you were there; the next you were gone.

I nearly fell into the trap, you perfectly set.
But I eased in with caution this time-it isn't my first bet.

First the lying, thief of a best friend
Then the cheating father that tore the family on end.

There were many between-I know for a f*cking fact.
And now it's you with the  disappearing act.

It's a pattern for people to leave, when I'm at my f*cking worst.
It's like some cruel joke or maybe I'm just cursed.

Cursed to a pattern I'd say...but f*ck it.
Of all the times...Well guess what? Now I quit!