Leaving

Well, here we are,
Driving in my car,
It doesn't seem true,
That this is the last day with you.


Tomorrow, I'll be gone,
I'll get up at dawn--
And go to war,
To help an army kill some more.


I probably won't come back,
Then you'll feel that you lack--
me,
Don't you see.


Why do I have to go?
Just to watch my blood flow,
I love you so very much,
Now, I put my foot on the clutch.


Nothing is left for us to do,
I'm leaving you,
Right now I'll cry,
So later--I can just die.