Someday I'll walk down this dusty road,
And you'll never again see the likes of me.

Amidst my flight I won't turn around,
I won't even be tempted to take a glance back at you, my history.

Because you are nothing more to me than a memory.
Which is stored away inside the cavity I call my mind.

I would pass you by in another life,
Because you do not value the values of mine.

I lied, I tried, and sacrificed the important parts of me to try,
And complete the whole of you inside.

When really this wasn't my place to stay,
And the soles of my shoes were just passing through.

At the end of this road, I will keep my word,
I will walk away, slowly from you.