I Don't Think You'll Miss Me
It’s like they say in the words,
of that sad old country song.
Honey, you know I love you,
but I must be moving on.
Not sure which of us is right,
or which one of us is wrong.
But somehow, I don’t think that,
you will miss me when I’m gone.
Can’t see beyond tomorrow,
nothing left for me to gain.
I’m running on a treadmill,
each step I take is the same.
I can’t say I don’t love you,
because that would be a lie.
It’s too late to start over,
I’m too tired to even try.
I’m tired of always walking,
on the sharp edge of the knife.
I’m going to walk away,
to give you a better life.
Seems that all we ever do,
is fight from twilight to dawn.
So darling, that’s why I don’t,
think you’ll miss me when I’m gone.
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