Can't be censored

When you come back
Don't know if I will be here
I think you're coming back tomorrow
From that trip to Mexico
I know you won't look for me at my house
You live to far away
I know you won't call
We never know what to say
And, I doubt that you'll write
I think you've forgot how to type
I magnify the slightest inclination towards me
but, i really can't change the way I am
It causes people to run away,
but I don't want to censor myself
and I don't want to change
Hey, if you wanted me I'd still be here
but I know you I know you won't look for me at my house
You live to far away
I know you won't call
We never know what to say
And, I doubt that you'll write
I think you've forgot how to type
It hurts too much to try
If I don't hear from you, I won't try