On the day that I went away,
I felt no regrets
I felt nothing.

I looked back with a scornful glance.
I was bigger now
that was nothing.

I'd spent years waiting for that day
when I'd finally get to live.

On the night that I'd gone away,
I felt all alone.
I felt empty.

I looked forward and tried to see.
I saw mystery.
It looked empty.

Though I felt that I wasn't whole,
couldn't return until I'd lived.

In the letter I never sent,
I wrote many things
wrote confessions.

In the letter you never read,
I left open doors
beneath the ice burg.

Oh I wish I had never left,
but that's something I can't admit.

Though I feel that I am not whole,
cannot return until I live.