Passport

It's not where you've been
It's where you're going
Where am I going to be
When nice guys always finish last?
Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder
What am I in your eyes then?
I have my passport ready
Going to see the whole world
The questions are
Will the farther away from you I get ease the pain?
Does betrayal's stench follow me?
Not supposed to leave unfinished business undone
So would it be okay for me to go?
I don't know what I have left to do
Should I really tell you how I feel?
That would get me in first place
But I'm the nice guy
Grain of salt
Grain of sand
Salt will clot the blood
Sand might make me see again
Get me some glasses
Instead of the eye, which is made of the same
Tell me your feelings
So at least one of us does