So I'm writing them down on paper
The way you're moving on with things
Makes me feel like a vapor
Going, going, gone
Slowly I become one with the air
Thinking, thinking, thought
I have to get away, away from your dare
It's not your fault
You couldn't have known
My past is something I've hardly shown
To anyone
You are privileged to hear what I've done
If you're interested in listening,
Tell me now
I'll perceive a way
To inform you somehow