M.I.A
Not understanding in the beginning
what to do with all these feelings
Soon I began to understand
That all I needed was a plan
a plan to push everything down and run
but I learned the worst had yet begun
You left her with nothing, not looking back
You didn’t even stop to pack
those days were hard but I wouldn’t trade them
because those were the days where I found my freedom
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