Folk Song

So, the story begins, here I am on my own

All around me I wait, for people to prove

That I mean as much to them, as I once did to you

I think I threw it all away, just for the chance to prove

That I could do it all myself, because I couldn't love you

I don't mind being alone, I am better on my own

Now that's the fact I have to sell, just so I can't tell

At the end of the day, there is a space in my heart

I had to push away, it is my finest art

Now I find myself, trying to restart

Two thousand miles from home, way in over my head

Still talking to myself, with words you could have said