Everything right now, so distorted to me,
I didn't mean to do it, I love you truthfully.
Nothing I can do to take it back,
Maybe I'll leave and won't leave a track.
You'll open a map and wonder where I am,
I'm drowning in my sorrow of what I've done.

I'll be in a wide, open field,
under a big old oak tree.
I'll be using the stars as a shield,
and that's where you can find me.

I can picture myself in a mirror, white as a ghost,
wondering how I managed to mess up the most.
I don't want to look at my image without feeling low,
it's not about me, it's about her and this strong blow.
She'll never forget but I sure will try,
to make her forget the reason I made her cry.

I'll be in a wide, open field,
under a big old oak tree.
I'll be using the stars as a shield,
and that's where you can find me.

If I return, or if I even leave, congratulations, you've found me,
But I'll never see, why she loves me, and if she'll ever forgive me.