I always feel like leaving
constantly peering over the winders
looking beyond the gates
What’s in the midst of all those grass
Maybe there’s something there
something that would understand
I want to run
I want to feel the w i n d
carrying me to my highest potentials
to the sun, let it burn me
I want to feel my soul alive
Is it so wrong that I j u St can’T kEEp StiLL !
That I keep wishing for where the grass is pink
And I’m free of all of these
I don’t want to paint pretty pictures
I want to dream
I want to draw my dreams to reality
and when I have are more than ‘just magic’
I feel nightmares and I understand
shadows are just as beautiful
as whatever the rest is
That I want to see
That I want to go to
That I want to be
And all of them calls me to leave
myangerrushesthroughme
in tears
They can’t see
I want to jump off this window and into the abyss
another world another land
Is it so wrong for me
to always feel like leaving
sssshhhhHH I don’t want answers
I can figure it out myself