It came so clearly to my head, memories fading to a thread.
The war, I'm losin with myself.
I can't control your anger spells.
Each time I run away, I'm heading for the door.
Each time I turn away I fall into the ground and I say.
I am leaving here tomorrow.
You're always on my mind.
I need to be reminded, out of sight, out of mind.
I get sad when you are happy, and that may be unkind.
I am leaving here tomorrow.
Out of sight, out of mind.