History

I would like sometimes To just up and leave Be gone till no one Is out looking for me A secret hiding place That only I can keep Off in the distance A fading memory Holding onto the whisper That's never heard from again Unfolding the map That leads to Neverland Embracing the fact That no one knows who I am And if there's anything left I'll leave even that Escape from the place That I was last seen Permanently erase All thoughts of me Change every trace of my name You would ever care to think Do all this and call Myself history