Point the finger straight at me.
The only thing your doing, is setting me free.
Walk away and I'll be fine.
Just remember I have made my mind.

You say you want a clean slate
but how can you replace what is already hate?
I think it is a little too late.
You have chosen your own fate.

Did you think you were doing right?
Did you know you started a silent fight?
Listen up, don't you know, your heart is as cold as white, winter, snow.

I see you looking straight at me.
And All I wonder is if you can see...
The pain, and misfortune that came to be.
But that's okay.
I am growing.
I'm like a tree.
And you, hunny, are just one of my leaves.