When I’m 18, I’m moving out.
Away from this home, Without a doubt.
It drives me insane, unable to be who I want to be.
Controlling my life, keeping me from my dreams.
When I’m 18, I’m going away.
Away from this home, I don’t want to stay.
It’s not that I’m in danger, I just want to leave.
Start up my life, I want clean air to breathe.
When I’m 18.
I’m going away.
Away from this home...
That has made me astray.
Kept me for years,
I’ve shed so many tears.
I just wish to leave,
And that’s all I believe.
For when i’m 18.
I’m finally going away.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
When I’m 18, I’m moving out.
Away from this home, Without a doubt.
It drives me insane, unable to be who I want to be.
Controlling my life, keeping me from my dreams.
When I’m 18, I’m going away.
Away from this home, I don’t want to stay.
It’s not that I’m in danger, I just want to leave.
Start up my life, I want clean air to breathe.
When I’m 18.
I’m going away.
Away from this home...
That has made me astray.
Kept me for years,
I’ve shed so many tears.
I just wish to leave,
And that’s all I believe.
For when i’m 18.
I’m finally going away.
This is sorta how I feel at them moment and I’m hyped to go through the rest of high school and start up my life. I really wanna be myself and just get out into the world. I know it’s hard and it’s not what it seems, but I suppose I want to experience everything as soon as possible and get a head start. I can’t wait to be 18.
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