Stuck
I'm stuck
in my head.
I've run out of luck
my brain and my heart; they bled.
and I just want to get out.
Climbing through the muck
I need change
Get out of my range
New people,
New people,
I want to fall in love
I want to cry over
I want to breathe
I want to be
Do something I've never
See things I've never
Feel feelings I've never
Be someone I've never
Leave.
Live.
Cry.
Enjoy.
Get out of this town,
while my motivation lasts.
without anyone telling me
With this I decree:
I'm never looking down.
and getting out of this town.
or physically,
I need to find me.
And I need to be free.
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