Her...

She didn't say goodbye... She really didn't say goodbye, and it often made me wonder "why?" For many nights I sure did cry. was I really such an awful guy? I think about the day she flew, and wonder "what ever did I do?" I could not keep from turning blue. I really thought our love was true. Now I wish not to remain. I'm sorry if that seems so vain. But no more can I take this pain. I surely wish that I were slain.