Where I am going You cannot come with me. It is a journey made my single souls Who must face their fears alone. I feel now that my words do not matter That you nearly laugh at the thought of them. I see now that I am not important That you see me as a housefly you cannot kill. Or so I feel, and that is why You cannot come with me. I must walk alone As I learn to love myself in spite of you. I have given you too much And taken too little. I have sought to be who you needed While getting nothing in return. Today that makes me wish I could die Tomorrow it will make me happy I am alive.