She stood up in the comment section late last nigh

She stood up in the comment section late last night. Typing out a farewell speech ready to fight. Said this group has changed and she cannot stay. Three long paragraphs and she’s on her way. Said she’s done with the drama, done with the vibe. Done with the people who dared to subscribe. Hit post like she dropped the mic on a show. But nobody asked her why she can’t just go. Pre Chorus. This is not an airport, no boarding call. There’s no need to announce it at all. No engines roaring, no runway lights. Just tap the button and enjoy your flight. Chorus. Oh no, anyway, we will survive. Should we dim the lights for your exit drive. Do you need a parade down the Facebook street. Or a cake with your name in buttercream sweet. Maam this is a Wendy’s, you can just go. No spotlight required for your exit show. We will alert the press, let the whole world know. Breaking news at nine, she left the group below. Verse 2. Wait, who are you again, somebody said. Is this a hostage note or a diary thread. Blink twice if you need help finding the sign. It takes about two seconds, you’ll be just fine. You’re not on Survivor, no torch to snuff. No tribal council, no dramatic stuff. No Titanic music swelling so slow. It’s just a blue button letting you go. Pre Chorus. No countdown clock, no final scene. No violins playing in D minor key. You don’t need confetti to fall from the wall. You don’t have to announce it at all. Chorus. Oh no, anyway, we’ll carry on. Scrolling the feed long after you’re gone. Do you want balloons and a marching band. Maybe a farewell tour across the land. Maam this is a Wendy’s, fries to go. You can leave quietly, nobody will know. Grab your purse, grab your pride, grab your show. The door’s wide open, you can just go. Bridge. We love you, we bless you, we wish you well. But departure posts ring like a dinner bell. This isn’t Broadway, no curtain to fall. You don’t have to announce it at all. Final Chorus. Oh no, anyway, we’ll be alright. The group will survive through the day and the night. No fireworks bursting across the wall. You don’t have to announce it at all. No spotlight shining, no final plea. Just one little click and you’re free. No marching band down the hall. You don’t have to announce it at all.