Akwardly out of context, thats me,
but thats ok, I'm sorta free,
And I'm better this way,
But I doubt you could see.
Did that not make less sense
than it already hadn't made?
like refugees jumping the fence
hoping the spotlights fade.
And aren't we all just running away?
Striving for something day after day,
working, moving and still we stay.
I'm not just living,
I'm not just breathing.
I have my own battles.
I have my own meaning.
And don't worry, since you know,
nobodies going anywhere
They're just moving with the flow,
And I'll always be there.
I am here, but I'm not.
And it's not as I thought,
I'm still where I started,
No matter how hard I fought.
But I am lighter now,
and theres no need for rage,
This I will allow,
I'ts just the freedom cage. |
