I've given up on living
In this town of lost innocence.
My bags are packed and ready...
So am I, So am I.
What was and what was expected
Are like science and my soul-
Two polar opposites it seems to me...
I've got to go, I've got to go.
I thought things would be different
And maybe I, too, change
But now I'm running in circles, Love-
I can't keep running back,
I'm not coming back.
But how the memories will stay with me
As I'm leaving the Atlanta Sea
Away from where I want to be-
Away from myself.
Myrtle Beach is a mere flesh wound
That scabs up to the top-
I can't resist picking at it
So it never goes away.
But a new life is calling-
And oasis in the sky-
So why am I bawling?
Cause this is goodbye.
This is goodbye.
Barlot ...
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-bridges-cutting-ties/
