It's my problem, not yours

It’s my problem,
Not yours.
And I don’t need your help
So turn around
And walk back out.

All you see is pain,
And all you see is the tears,
But there are things you don’t see
Like all the years

There are times when I fly,
And definatley when I cry.
Now you don’t know what to think,
And I don’t even care.

Maybe you will take the time,
Now to gain back my trust,
But it doesn’t matter
Cause you can’t

So just turn around and walk back out that door.