I'm ready to leave this place.
It's getting old after all these years.
Too many times I picture your face,
and never getting over you is what I fear.
Soon I'm gonna leave you far behind.
I'm gonna tear off my rear-view mirror
so I can't search for you in the back of my mind.
Without you around maybe I'll see things clearer.
I'm never gonna look back.
I'll seek what's up ahead.
I'll completely forget my past
and think of my future paths to tread.
One day you'll think of me
when you're all alone and ill.
You'll think of how it could be
but you know it never will.