Darling please leave me be. I know its only been a week since I walked away. But don't run after me. You're better off running the other way. Because I can't take you where I'm going. You wouldn't like it there anyways.
When I write, it's for me, Not for you. These thoughts are mine, For me to judge, Not for you. Ideas for me to sort out, For me to find myself again, Not for you. These words keep me sane, There for me to help, Not for you.
If I heard you say Let's steal away Tomorrow; Let's drop the pretence Of lies; Let the missing years Fade to memory's mist, And put to rest The best years Of our lives.
I wouldn't ask, But let tomorrow's Light come soon. It's a day Ahead of me; I'd look forward To midnight And to noon, Savouring every hour In between.
I will wish Today away; Say good-bye To yesteryears. To all their fears, And late night sweats And tears, and Embrace tomorrow's Promising surprise.
Let's steal away Like looters, Thieving all That's left.
I've been almost, I've been so close. But I'm not done yet. Not until I wake up for a California sunrise. Not until a plane ride to a land where everything is new to me. Not until I stand on top of lady liberty and look out at the city. Not until a ****** burger king lunch with a friend who won't remember me. Not until I dance with the girl who doesn't think we'll meet. Not until I prove to myself that the words I write can feed me. No only when I can look back and smile at what I leave behind. Will I accept my own defeat.