When I wrote this one I was bordering on very disturbing thoughts, as in practically suicidal, I was very, very upset.
This I wrote in June of 2009 as a non-exclusive.
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Walking Away
Sometimes it is good to just walk away.
Don't look back, and don't look to the side, just follow the highway...
Don't look back, and don't look to the side, just follow the highway...
Soon the broken heart will be mended, perhaps at the next turn?
Pick up your bags, clean out the house...
Throw out all the rags, walk out silent as a mouse...
Don't worry, never fear...
One's who tormented you, will find another beer...
Too drunk to follow you, they'll be passed out long before dawn.
So gypsy pick up your shoes, dust off your hat, smother that yawn...
Soon you'll be far away,
far away, pick up your feet, and walk...walk away.
Forget the past.
It was a blast.
But the memories need to be wiped clear, so you need to leave.
The past is gone, and your heart has won't grieve...
Forget your name, forget your past, just walk away...
Tomorrow's a new day.
Throw out all your memories, starting over is only one step away.
Close the door now, and just walk away...
Silence so loud,will soon fade as your steps pound the ground.
Perhaps one day your tormentor's will be found.
Gypsy, a "tumbling weed" you were born.
Staying so long, you've become whithered and worn.
It is time to walk away,
Walk away, walk away... stayings over-rated. It is time to be on your way.
Wave goodbye, Gypsy, wave goodbye...
Set your hat on your head, set your bag at the curb, no need to wonder why.
All that you have, or had, you'll be able to replace...
Walk away Gypsy,walk away, it is time for you to leave this place...
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