I'm thinking of leaving.
But everything will be allright.
I'll write a song for my brother,
before I say goodbye.
And she understands what I'm saying.
So I am finally singing for her.
because I figured out that I'm not the one with the problem.
I just want those "simple economics".
So lets both go on a walk.
And you'll see why this tears me apart.
It's like I'm either too full,
or making myself starve.
And although I must be leaving,
I don't mean to break any
hearts.
"Please tell me
where you will be
Please tell me
where you will be
Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me
here,
with these wolves."
