It is here
that in this moment
I leave
your premises-
there is nothing
left for me.
See, I can play
these same games.
Once I am gone-
my mind no longer cares.

You always say
I am the problem-
I am the deceiver-
and I never loved;
I tell you from
the start
there is no room.
I sure hope you
see the light.
Where Do I Go?

Where do I go?
What shall I do?
Did all I say
have nothing
of your importance?
I am tired-
I am weary-
I am gone!
I do not
Care, nor do I
step down to
your level.
Where Do I go?

I am no longer
your shadow of doubt;
I can care less
where you go?
Nothing but hurt
lack of friendship-
despised by guilt,
deceit, and the bullet.
I do not see
your road of success.

There I thought
I would meet you....
No legacy that once
you stated had
no importance-
but the doubt,
suspicions, and curse
of impossible
imperfect selfishness.  
Where Do I Go?