I’m walking away from everything
That’s ****** me off
Or made me unhappy
*I’m going to let myself lose control
talk to strangers, I don’t know
move to a foreign land
be back by Christmas, but who knows what then*
I’m going to leave this place I know
pack up my things, let my baggage go
become a stranger to myself
Maybe return as someone else
I’m going to reinvent myself
be irresponsible with my wealth
find a new song to sing
get in a fight, hear myself scream
I need to recalibrate my soul
I need no one to make me whole
I’m going to make more time for me
make all my lists of dreams realities
I don’t need my head on straight
I’m twenty-one not thirty-eight
I’m allowed to fall apart
be stupid, follow my heart
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 2:17 PM UTC
I’m walking away from everything
That’s ****** me off
Or made me unhappy
*I’m going to let myself lose control
talk to strangers, I don’t know
move to a foreign land
be back by Christmas, but who knows what then*
I’m going to leave this place I know
pack up my things, let my baggage go
become a stranger to myself
Maybe return as someone else
I’m going to reinvent myself
be irresponsible with my wealth
find a new song to sing
get in a fight, hear myself scream
I need to recalibrate my soul
I need no one to make me whole
I’m going to make more time for me
make all my lists of dreams realities
I don’t need my head on straight
I’m twenty-one not thirty-eight
I’m allowed to fall apart
be stupid, follow my heart
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