You donít know that Iím leaving,
But Iím about gone.
With each moment that passes
A small part of me drifts
Farther and farther away from you.
With each passing day
A little more of my belongings disappear
To be pack in box.
A box that takes me one step closer
To saying ďgoodbyeĒ you.
I bet you donít even realize
That my belongings are slowly disappearing
And that Iím just about gone.
As my belongings get closed up in a box
Very few tears fall due to happy memories,
But tears do fall in relief that soon Iíll free.
Soon I can be who I am again and not be scared to live.
My wings wonít be clipped back much longer;
Soon Iíll be able to fly and soar, like I did before.