The snow is melting below my feet as I walk on the icy ground.
I can see my breath, but that isn't what I'm thinking about
What is on my mind is something I wish not to speak of...
But I must...
Snowflakes falling from the sky and thoughts through my mind
Why did this happen
Why can't I get answers
Why does nobody listen?
Because I am gone
My foot prints aren't really there...
Nor am I...
You can't see me...
Hear me or anything...
But you yourself can not be heard
Who will listen?
I will...would but you told me get away and that's just what I did
Got away from you...
Goodbye I don't need your approval anymore.