Is this good bye?

For this I cannot bear. To know you are there and you are not here.

To what do I owe the pleasure to the world to thank for the heart ache it has brought upon me.

Pop, pop, pop. That's you, take another. What's one more? It wont kill you. Just feel good, fly up.

You'll be back when you come down. Won't you?

Yell, yell, yell.

Scream, throw, cry. 

Where must you be off to? Certainly you wouldn't dare to leave me in this world alone. 

Run, run, run.

Break, break, break. My heart.

Did you leave? Surely, you did.

Gone, is you. Lost, is me. 

I am here, and you are there. To what do I owe the pleasure, of having such an unfortunate fate.