The Reflection

Driving away,
im the Casanova,
of letting go.

Driving away,
look in the rearview,
need to get away.

I had to drive away,
please feel free to,
search through,
all my things.


I never used them anyway.


Fly away,
like a little bird,
in the sky.

Just fly away,
feel the wind,
around your wings.

I said fly away,
no need to look back,
they have only forgotten.


I never liked them anyway.


I thought I could make you happy,
when there are only,
cuts and scars left behind.

Seems like peace is something,
not everyone,
can have and hold to heart.

I only ask to leave me behind.

Remember me