Do I really want to leave?
My four year sentence is coming to an end
Im finally being released
But will I live in the past remember this and that
Missing what I longed to get
what I will then reminisce
Or am I just moving up in ranks
Now the warden of my own prison
Forced to make decisions
Releasing the butterflies of my own dreams
And catching the ones that I see the true beauty in
But I’ve learned that
Sometimes you have to leave the room to own the house.