One cannot remain
Where one does not belong
I thought I could change
But I was wrong
You think that you will miss me
You shall not know I'm gone
There's no need to cry
(Ii swear, I'll be ok)
Let go of my hand:
I know the way
Just bid me your goodbyes
And leave me where I lay
Buried under the ice again
Must this always happen?
...and why must I comply?