The day I leave you, I wonder when will it come. Next month, next year, or next decade? That is gonna be the day I free my self from the curse. Will you look for my existence then? Or will you do the same like you did years ago? Exactly, you probably forgot those things. The day I leave, what will it gonna be? Will you shed a tear or turn your face away from that scenery. The day I leave, will it be a nice exit or a painful good bye? Will you miss me after a decade? Whatever.