There's a Voice on the T.V. and some shit in the paper trying to tell me to go away. A little knock at the window. A silent whisper that I know trying to tell me to go away. The only one I know. The only one that saved me. He has gone away. He's been forced away. The only one I know. The only one that saved me. He has gone away. He's been forced away. I'm free to live my life. You're free to beat your wife. Thank you but I'm free. I'm paying for my life. You're still fighting with your wife. Thank you but I'm free. Thank you but I'm free. There's a letter that I found. And a postcard from London. And a fogginess everywhere. A dirty picture that you took attached to a scrap book. And a feeling of emptiness. The only one I know. The only one that saved me. He has gone away. He's been forced away. The only one I know. The only one that saved me. He has gone away. He's been forced away. I like to take it slow. No matter where I go. Thank you, I agree. I'm using up my time. Spending all my pieces. Thank you for the time and the dreams you shared with me.