no one left who cares
no one spares
a single thought for me–
finally free.

no one to love,
no one to hurt,
None to criticize,
or make me feel like dirt.

I’m gonna run,
Live like a Gypsy–
Far from home,
Finally Free.

Start a new life,
One without strife….
none to know the real me;
all will know my mask.

What’s the point of honesty,
if “true love” never lasts?