you make running away look so easy,
 A hero waiting to swoop in and save the day,
but if you want to play, you've gotta be willing to pay,
and i'm not willing to step up and pay the toll,
running from the past, wondering how long the happy could last.
running fast, without ever looking back, life on full blast.
looking down a boulevard of broken dreams, a life of wants busting at the seams, it's so hard.
forever torn between being stuck and just up and walking away, seize the fucking day, or sit here and let it go to waste, just thinking about it takes up too much space. My mind is blank, yet racing, I am one big fucked up contradiction that'll never make sense.
 living with myself is intense.
i'll understand if i never get where i want, because i'm not willing to try, i rather just dream hide and cry.
but why? Why can't i just reach out and take what i want, nothing is stopping me but myself.
i just want to break free, and get out to see, to adventure, to get out to venture, flying, soaring, out there in the world exploring. Instead of sitting here on my bed staring and the computer dreaming of the future. one i never see myself having.