• On such a small scale
    no one seems to care
    the open places inside of me
    begin to wallow
    the walls are too thick
    to here the hollow
    ringing in my head
    the sounds of past
    when the present is placed on hold
    I've built you up to the sky
    Taller then my reach
    Taller then my voice can carry
    When I took from me and gave
    to you so high now
    to see only the sunrise
    and these friends
    ones I used to call so
    are all yours alone
    for ever it seems
    I guess it's my time to leave