Right from the start
I was always leaving you behind.
And though you bound me tight
With a thousand finely-woven strings.
But I cut them one by one
And I spread these wasted wings.

And all the wasted years,
All the lines you scratched into my face -
The bitter price to pay
For a single vast mistake.
But I'm leaving you behind:
There'll be no more songs for you.
I'm leaving you behind
To spread these wasted wings.