i never thought i would ever reach this age
but life is always like this, almost like a cage
you try to find a way out, a path of escape
my thoughts don't move enough or take shape
i only live this life sick of all this landscape
i don't sleep very often nor do i find peace
my entire life all i want is to find some release
i realized though you only find that when you are deceased
but you live life like an apartment with a lease
so even with the pain you feel there is a masterpiece
so i want to go somewhere, another place
somewhere, some place where there is no race
where i don't have to be ashamed about the emotions on my face
where i can life and know i can follow my pace
where i don't have to be a mess, i can be the epitome of grace
i stand high in the heights, looming over the sky
i don't even notice i have no voice to shout or cry
but this problem can't be solved by anything i buy
i'm tired of trying to accomodate and modify
i'm ready, so i stretch my arms as if i want to fly
i'm going some place else now, goodbye
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
i never thought i would ever reach this age
but life is always like this, almost like a cage
you try to find a way out, a path of escape
my thoughts don't move enough or take shape
i only live this life sick of all this landscape
i don't sleep very often nor do i find peace
my entire life all i want is to find some release
i realized though you only find that when you are deceased
but you live life like an apartment with a lease
so even with the pain you feel there is a masterpiece
so i want to go somewhere, another place
somewhere, some place where there is no race
where i don't have to be ashamed about the emotions on my face
where i can life and know i can follow my pace
where i don't have to be a mess, i can be the epitome of grace
i stand high in the heights, looming over the sky
i don't even notice i have no voice to shout or cry
but this problem can't be solved by anything i buy
i'm tired of trying to accomodate and modify
i'm ready, so i stretch my arms as if i want to fly
i'm going some place else now, goodbye
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