The Tables Have Turned

Left alone

On my own

Doesn't matter if

I'm not grown

You held me up

You held me high

I felt like

I could fly

But then

You let me fall

I felt

Weak and small

Well, I got up

On my feet

I am

No longer weak

Now you're back

Begging please

You are down

On your knees

You want my love

You want my care

When you left me

In despair

Why should I

Care about you

Tell me what

You would do

So love you

I will not

I will leave you

Out to rot.