This is My Plan

This time I’ll go away.
Without me, the world could do just fine.
And I don’t think I should delay.

Nothing ever changed, to my dismay.
I’m really not trying to whine.
This time I’ll go away.

I can’t tell people I’m not okay.
They’ll say I’m weak; that I have no spine.
And I don’t think I should delay.

I tried to build a better life from shitty clay.
I tried to turn into a star that would shine.
This time I’ll go away.

So I’ll race down the highway.
I’ll try to find a life that I can better define.
And I don’t think I should delay.

So I think I’ll leave today.
I’ll leave this all behind.
This time I’ll go away.
And I don’t think I should delay.