Sunday, December 19, 2010

Count The Scars

I can picture your face when you get this letter

I can hear the sobs that it may produce

And i’m sorry, but to get better,

We’ve got to tie the ends that lay loose.

It’s not about leaving you behind,

It’s not about wanting to stay.

I’ve got to go where I’m not yet welcomed,

I’ve got to find where my air can fill a space.

 

Will you still be the same when I’m gone?

Do I want you to be, or do I want you sad?

You can carry on with out me.

I want all of my footsteps traced back right to my feet,

Count the scars I make when I leave, cause I’m sorry,

But I just have to go.

 

I’m too tired to raise my voice, I’m too tired to argue.

I never make my point, and I never get through.

Your halo shine’s too bright for me to keep standing in this room,

My guilt can’t keep me chained,

Where we are I find it hard to smile,

Your hopes won’t make me stay,

I’ve a feeling i’ll be gone a while.

 

Will you still be the same when I’m gone?

Do I want you to be, or do I want you sad?

You can carry on with out me.

I want all of my footsteps traced back right to my feet,

Count the scars I make when I leave, cause I’m sorry,

But I just have to go.

 

I can see your face when you read this letter.

Count the scars, count the scars,

Cause I’m sorry but I just have to go,

You made me have to go.

 

Will you still be the same when I’m gone?

Do I want you to be, or do I want you sad?

You can carry on with out me.

I want all of my footsteps traced back right to my feet,

Count the scars I make when I leave, cause I’m sorry,

But I just have to go.

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