‎Wednesday, ‎December ‎10, ‎2014

Then they let me be myself
And I wouldn’t understand how
They keep talking to me
Tells me, how should it be
They keep reminding me
Changes are the better growth
And I don’t want to understand how
I just hate everyone around
And I kept my cell phone off
Lock my door, stared at my window
Let the sunlight grow old
But if they would, break my chain
I would close my eyes, be late and alone
Run towards those emptiness in wild roads
As I would sell this happiness for this pain
But they keep calling me, take my little break
As I just want to breath and find myself again
Guess now I should give up planning my escape, oh!


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