When I awake tommorow;
there'll be no looking back-
but I will not say goodbye.
I will miss the quiet nights
and all of the memories made...
as well as the perfect view outside.
My last night here;
is spent alone;
hungry,yet content.
I must find my place in this world
and it could take some time;
someday they'll know where I went...
Perhaps this place
really did set me free,
and I just don't see it yet;
though I do wish to come back,
mabe in another year;
when I let go of the regret.
If I don't return,
they'll see me someday-
they'll know I've chased my dream;
perhaps by then,
in California
finally.
A drop of happiness
is omitted from my pen
as I take one last look around;
and though I met the bottom here;
it may just be the place
where my soul is found.
so ashes to ashes,
dust to dust...
this place,I will no longer see;
but before I turn the lights out-
I wonder to myself;
...will any one remember me?