Ok, here we have it. This is what musically illiterate med students do in there afternoons off. They write songs. Why? The mind boggles...
Walk Away
The thoughts are rushing through my head
I don't know what to do
I sit here, my soul weighed by lead
My mind is fixed on you.
And I know that I should hold my nerve,
Hold your gaze and speak my mind.
But still I think you'll break my heart,
While trying to be kind.
And I walk away,
Can't face it any more.
So I walk away,
My hand reaches for the door
And I walk away.
Though inside I'm still not sure.
I walk away, walk away, walk away.
I walk away.
Although it hurts to say goodbye,
Grit my teeth and follow through.
Salve your conscience with my every lie,
When I say that its not you.
Close myself off from all of the world,
My life fades to grey and black.
I'm in pain with every step I take,
But I won't be coming back.
And I walk away,
Can't face it any more.
So I walk away,
My hand reaches for the door
And I walk away.
Though inside I'm still not sure.
I walk away, walk away, walk away.
I walk away.
(Bridge)
There is nothing for me here,
In this cold and lonely place.
There is just a single tear,
tracking down my pale face.
And though my heart is full of fear,
This is the choice I face:
Do I stop and stay right here,
and try to plead my case?
Or do I walk away?
Can't face it any more.
So I walk away,
My hand reaches for the door
And I walk away.
Though inside I'm still not sure.
I walk away, walk away, walk away.
I walk away.
Yes I walk away,
Can't face it any more.
So I walk away,
My hand reaches for the door
And I walk away.
Though inside I'm still not sure.
I walk away, walk away, walk away.
I walk away.