Gone

I want to be gone.
I'm already halfway there.
Only a short time until I'm free,
and I know no one cares.

You call my name, gently,
and I come back from gone, for a while.
It's like I can't remember any past,
everything ringing in a fuzzy style.

I want to calmly fade away,
so I can stop being a pawn.
Don't want to be a bother (don't bother).
I want to be gone.