Free To Go

Don’t you know? I’m just fine. I don’t care anymore about lies. Don’t you know? I’ve learned not to drop a tear. At least outside of me these wounds won’t appear. I’m free to go… Footprints I leave on a strand Letting memories disappear in the sand. I’m free to go… With no more claims, with no more intents, To where the pace takes. Now it all seems to me like a choosing sides script… Well I chose to be the enemy. So, please don’t feel so bad. It’s all about me. Don’t ask me why. I broke the mirror staring at me: “Outcast of all outcasts most abandoned… How utterly thou hast murdered thyself?” Disclassed of all disclassed, can you still be sad? Does conscience matter when you are free to go? I’m free to go… With no more claims, with no more intents, So what if I don’t take a stand? Footprints I leave on a strand Letting memories disappear in the sand. I’m free to go… With no more claims, with no more intents, And I don’t care if I misunderstand. Goodbye by now. Just try, somehow, to be fine. Living is just finding ways to pretend. Don’t blame yourself. It’s my shame. What else? I swear. Don’t hold all this weight on your own hands.