it's the third of may
feeling crowded and out of place
I could really use a change
for the first time in my life I realize
though I love my hometown
if I stay, I may soon die
the seeds I've planted have turned on me, gone rogue
instead flowers they're vines like ropes
they've multiplied and are about to take hold
there's no other choice, I've got to go
I hope that behind the horizon line
I may find all that I'm looking for, a new life
I fear leaving but I've got to try
because if I stay, I may soon die
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:03 AM UTC
it's the third of may
feeling crowded and out of place
I could really use a change
for the first time in my life I realize
though I love my hometown
if I stay, I may soon die
the seeds I've planted have turned on me, gone rogue
instead flowers they're vines like ropes
they've multiplied and are about to take hold
there's no other choice, I've got to go
I hope that behind the horizon line
I may find all that I'm looking for, a new life
I fear leaving but I've got to try
because if I stay, I may soon die
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