I'll Be Gone
Written by Gerry Beckley, ©2006
Found on Horizontal Fall and Happy Hour.

I'm not your baby, I'm not your man
Don't try to tell me who I am
Don't try to save me
Don't hold my hand
You should just get out while you can
Don't try to call me later
I've left my message on
Don't wait around on my front lawn
Cause I'll be gone, I'll be gone

I said I'm sorry, two little words
Too late to make much difference
I won't ask you how you're feeling
I know the taste of tears
This conversation's over, done
So I'll be gone, guess I'll be gone

I'll be gone, oooooo
I'll be gone, oooooo
I'll be gone
So I'll be gone
I'll be gone
So I'll be gone
I'll be gone
So I'll be gone