Don't treat me right; treat me well.

Still fairly old. I think I wrote this in Saturday detention.

I walk along sidewalks
and they're always empty
with cracks and holes
that need to be filled.

Every once and a while
someone walks with me too
but they trip
and fade away.

And that's what they see;
the start of memories
but for me it's a lingering pain.

One that hurts no matter how far away.

Don't tell me you're sorry
if you're really not
because it hurts when you speak.

Just keep your lies away from me
and you can take your love too.