We are now like a radio out of tune emitting static
The message is unclear it sounds out of tune, now everything is out of synch
It makes me think that maybe everything was an illusion
I am left with confusion
I am left with I should have or should not haves going through my head
and think of what I wish I had said, while lying in my bed.
The big picture is unclear like a fuzzy picture on an old TV
I don't want to give in to negativity, it might mean the end of me
I know have a friend mad at me, and that further hurts me more
I have to implore for the sake of peace just let me go
I am reminding you of the old cliché if you love something set it free
It might mean that we were not meant to be
I need to be free to fly either way
You can wave goodbye as I soar across the sky