No, That Bitch Aint A Part Of Me

I am so used to people leaving.  They come, they go. They leave or walk through that same door. Entering, Leaving. I am so used to that. Everytime they go, i know they will come back. What goes around, comes back around. I thought i told you? Its like a circle. They'll go around, they'll come back around. No matter what, they come back. Only when they need something, Do i Exist. Sad aint it? How life works. Its funny. One night you have everything, all that you've ever wanted. The next morning when you wake up, you have nothing. But that's just the thing about having exactly nothing. When you have nothing. You have everything to gain, and nothing to lose. So walk out that door, the way you did a thousand times. And i'll remember you. I'll remember you as the ones who left. Just the way i remember with the ones who did.