I'm back with a not so happy beginning
Call me careless...
Maybe I'm just ready for that change. Maybe I'm ready to finally get my life together and settle down with what I love.
I feel compelled to drop what I'm doing and hit the road. Do what I love to do.
My job, my money, my car. I forget it all.
Sometimes I wish for good. What's the point in trying to impress other people, when really, I only have myself to impress. I look in the mirror and see myself.
It's almost like driving a car with a blindfold on. I love it though. And I won't deny that I'm scared. But through the fear I can only gain knowledge.
Call me crazy...
Maybe I've been running around just to pass the time. Maybe I'm hoping that someone will catch me and pull me in where it's safe.
I can't hide that recklessness has always been my best quality. I don't want to be here forever though. And by shedding this "recklessness" away, maybe I could move on.
My heart can only last for so long. One day you might walk by and see it crumbled into pieces on the floor. And maybe you'll stop to look at it. You'll know it's mine because I'm the only one who's been sleep deprived and starving for the tranquil life.
And then maybe, you'll take a few steps and see me in the corner, legs close, rocking slowly. I've done it again.
I've put myself right back where I swore I'd never go again.
Home sweet home isn't so sweet anymore.
I can't just click my heels three times and make it all disappear. In fact, I know that if I clicked my heels three times and opened my eyes, I'd be deeper in than I already was.
The grass is always greener on the other side...but unfortunately, they've covered the fence with barbed wire. There goes my green grass.
Maybe I'm just ready for that change. Maybe I'm ready to finally get my life together and settle down with what I love.
I feel compelled to drop what I'm doing and hit the road. Do what I love to do.
My job, my money, my car. I forget it all.
Sometimes I wish for good. What's the point in trying to impress other people, when really, I only have myself to impress. I look in the mirror and see myself.
It's almost like driving a car with a blindfold on. I love it though. And I won't deny that I'm scared. But through the fear I can only gain knowledge.
Call me crazy...
Maybe I've been running around just to pass the time. Maybe I'm hoping that someone will catch me and pull me in where it's safe.
I can't hide that recklessness has always been my best quality. I don't want to be here forever though. And by shedding this "recklessness" away, maybe I could move on.
My heart can only last for so long. One day you might walk by and see it crumbled into pieces on the floor. And maybe you'll stop to look at it. You'll know it's mine because I'm the only one who's been sleep deprived and starving for the tranquil life.
And then maybe, you'll take a few steps and see me in the corner, legs close, rocking slowly. I've done it again.
I've put myself right back where I swore I'd never go again.
Home sweet home isn't so sweet anymore.
I can't just click my heels three times and make it all disappear. In fact, I know that if I clicked my heels three times and opened my eyes, I'd be deeper in than I already was.
The grass is always greener on the other side...but unfortunately, they've covered the fence with barbed wire. There goes my green grass.