I think I'll wander somewhere,
Somewhere close, but far,
Somewhere where I can just relax
And get away from the world
And all the dumb, stupid people
Who live in it ,
Somewhere where I can live in seclusion.
Somewhere in the mountains, maybe.
One day, and every once in a while
I'd come back and just walk around town
Like I used to
And maybe I'd come across you
Happy as could be
And enjoying life without me.
I'd think about saying something,
But I'd probably just stand there
And smile, and think to myself,
"There he goes, the guy who killed himself on the inside",
For nothing, or maybe...
Maybe for something,
Maybe for what he wanted in the end,
It all depends on what I see
When I get back.
And maybe, just maybe....
I'll have the guts to tell him......
