I'm leaving on a big plane...
In 6 hours I will be far away from here. I'm overjoyed yet a little down. I can't get my "situation" out of my head and it's eating me alive. I'm not ready to tell my parents and for the past week they been criticizing all my work ethics. "You won't be ready for the real world," they say.... their words are molded in my head and I'm trying to chisel away at it.
They are getting the best of me. I'm getting the best of me.
Philippines here I come... I'm leaving my troubles in the States. I'm going to be okay. When I return... it's going to be a fresh start. (i hope).
They are getting the best of me. I'm getting the best of me.
Philippines here I come... I'm leaving my troubles in the States. I'm going to be okay. When I return... it's going to be a fresh start. (i hope).