I want to leave this place called Home.

Your crazy, mummble your way towards me.

I hear your words but their escaping my thoughts.

Maybe happiness is being all over and never still.

But all I feel is the cold loneliness

you'll never be the same as before.

All I want to is hold the spirit that let me go.

I want to fly in the open breeze

With the sky's open arms and the suns warm embrace.

Maybe i'll stop and look back but I dont want to carry those memmories.

Of all the argueing, noise of sadness. And the quite of loneliness.

But i'll be missing that old smile.