Why can't we free ourselves
it lingers over us like a beast and stunts our growth
I'll make my way before you leave anyway
Thinking back to where you once stood
You never tried to make our house a home
I'll find my place among the graves stones and wilting flowers
today is the day I will make my statement
before I even had the chance, and make a happy life.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
Why can't we free ourselves
it lingers over us like a beast and stunts our growth
I'll make my way before you leave anyway
Thinking back to where you once stood
You never tried to make our house a home
I'll find my place among the graves stones and wilting flowers
today is the day I will make my statement
before I even had the chance, and make a happy life.
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