Committed I am to find a way out.
Out of here where your eyes can't find me and your words don't hurt me anymore.
Where the blue sky can guide me, allowing me to be free from your torture.
How funny is it that the place where you go can make the difference, can change your life?
Suddenly the world gets smaller when I think that running away from you is not possible, but when I taste the idea my world gets infinite.
I wish I could stay, I wish I could leave, I wish I could be free.
Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 9:56 PM UTC
Committed I am to find a way out.
Out of here where your eyes can't find me and your words don't hurt me anymore.
Where the blue sky can guide me, allowing me to be free from your torture.
How funny is it that the place where you go can make the difference, can change your life?
Suddenly the world gets smaller when I think that running away from you is not possible, but when I taste the idea my world gets infinite.
I wish I could stay, I wish I could leave, I wish I could be free.
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