Thoughts run through my head like a
Chained beast gone insane. Memories
Of what could have been, ideas of love
Never taken for granted but always
Mistaken for. A kind of girl who doesn't
Care, just always wants it more.
Stealing back what you gave to me;
Trapped, alone and weak. Forgiving all
You did to me, my thoughts are
Cleansed And freed.
You never understood me, now your
Weak being makes me bold. My
Memory is clearer now and you're
Just getting old.
So goodbye to all my heartache,
Goodbye to all my love. We will meet
Again some day but some day will
When you don't want me anyway, and
I don't want to fall. A day will come you
Will think of me, but I'm already gone.