Breathe in,
then forget what comes next.
Do you let it all go?
Or hold it even though it might kill you?
I tried to explain,
I pured my heart out
and you are confused?
He's not home, he's far away
I'm here, this lonely barren place-
Yet he sends me letters,
and they alone feel like letters from home.
If I could be great,
would you be proud of me?
Even if I did not do what you dreamed,
could you be proud of me?
Even if my words are confusing,
could you still love me?
This choice is mine, and mine alone,
this voice that rises into a scream
is mine and mine alone-please
don't break my heart when you go
because you are flying away...
Too many possibilities,
too many things and people to loose
if I live for me,
what are you going to do?
The future has me trapped,
and it's not even here yet...
