you're right, i'm not sleeping tonight

and maybe i won't for weeks

but i don't care anymore, because

soon, i'll be done here

no more homework or exams or class

and i'll go back to my hometown

where i came from before you changed

everything, and made me who i am

today; and maybe when i leave, i'll

never, ever come back - or maybe

i'll erase all the memories i stored

up in my brain with the thought that

i may need them for another time;

when i'm feeling lonely or just nostalgic

and i just might (maybe possibly)

forget this place ever existed, throw

all those three years away, but not

that which grew my soul and mind, no

the only thing which needs the

sentence of murder is those images

and thoughts of times when i

held the world close to my heart

in place of Christ, or the times

when i'd rather keep the silly

fool's gold on my hands than

treasure the precious stone

offered to me freely; and maybe,

just maybe, i'll do away with

all those thoughts, birthed by

the silly songs and stories i've

known, whispering to me silent

promises, keeping me

white-knuckled tight to the

thought, wrapped up and tied to

all the false hopes i cherished

telling myself that it's possible

for love to look so good.

but soon i'll be home,

and i will keep those

false hopes

here

far

far

away from me.