I need to leave. To get away from this place,
Leave no footprints, not a trace.
To get out, go, move forward, say my goodbyes,
peel away my engraved sorrows and head towards
sweet lullaby's.
I'm inlove with everything that isn't mine,
I'm shedding this ball and chain,
sprinting to outrun my hourglass filled with cruel time,
eventually I'll free myself of this torturous game.
Round and round the cycle goes,
spinning me into mediocrity,
I'll flee to wherever the wind blows,
and ride on the winds of time filled to the brim with curiosity.
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