Stale moments from a forgotten past
that winds of change are blowing
of my mind and into your hands
You have my story, you have my life
but what you don't have is my heart.
I trusted you, told you things
I've never told before, but you hurt me
You threw me down and left me there
to rot by myself.
My sanity is escaping me
going away to fly free, I wanna fly
to get out of this cage
and let go of the rage.
Wanna be happy, without you,
be happy, be away,
be me instead.
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