Maybe i should just go out in the woods
and end it all...
Maybe when it’s hot in the summertime...
or in the fall...
i could wait till all the leaves have turned
golden brown
All cause i can’t seem to turn this frown
upside down
i used to ride the bus the wheels would
go round and round
We would paint together in art class
i would act the clown
But now if i heard Your laughter
i wouldn’t be able to
bear the sound
After study hall id go home in that bus
the wheels would go
round and round
Sometimes to see You i would walk
cross the town
We used to rut in the leaves You would say
“don't be too loud…”
i could end my pain in the rain or maybe
a clear day when there is no clouds
it feels like the end My Old Friend and
You are not around
i guess i wish You had lingered at least
for a little while
it’s ok i got nothing to do
and nowhere to go
well at least for now
You wouldn’t understand and i can’t
pretend or show you how
When it wasn’t true
Well i knew…
So i just bowed out…
