Don't wait for the bus when you should be the bus driver.

No Goodbye'

The floods of tears,
Flow for thee,
As I remember how it used to be.
Your gentle touch,
Your tender caress,
Your scented perfume,
Your tender kiss.
But things do change,
In the blink of an eye,
An errant driver,
No goodbyes.
All I remember,
Is how it was,
Before that fatal night,
When all was lost.

"I love you.

I would also would have liked the part of the Bus Driver.

Finding a good bus driver can be as important as finding a good musician.

Sometimes I'm too frightened to be myself.

I'm sorry that I can't be like you.
I guess that it's time that you accepted that and then we can both get on with life.