Goodbye Love
The door slides open for the very last time.
There's no more moonlight in my hair.
My candle wax will never burn you,
Or tempt you relapse.
So I'll take my baggage and leave this love
You only want what's guaranteed.
I'll take me and my baggage,
Together we'll be free.
My only goal or reason would be just to be.
But no longer caged, scared, cowering,
My arms are wide open to this disease.
You don't need me to drag you down.
You don't want to
see me in the bell jar.
You won't even look at me.
So go out west and take your car.
While the harsh winter winds consume me.
'Cause without you, the trees may grow,
But without you I corrode.