I am the mud caked to your boots
I am the shadow of your soul
i wont go quietly ive laid my roots
all of these lies take there toll

I will let you be
and go a different way
all i can hope is you will remember me
on some far off day

and smile at the memory
of the boy who fell for you
and how he used to worry
and never knew what quite to do

i hope your happy now
that he just a memory
but know i stand up proud 
for that boy is me

I would rather be 
not a broken nightmare 
but a happy memory
if you want me gone i wont be there