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by Morgan Aug 5, 2004 category : Life, society / other
I’m heading off to nowhere Where people won’t know me Where I won’t have to pretend Where I can be free Packing my bags I’m ready to leave I blast my stereo And turn off the TV I open the window Leave a not on my bed Telling you if I stayed any longer I’d end up dead I climb onto the roof Throwing my bags to the ground I jump off to the grass And take a look around I feel free now All too ready to go I sit there on the curb Waiting for my ride to show But as I wait I look back into the home Where I grew up Where I felt most alone Mom, I wish I could tell you This is for the best In that house I didn’t feel safe I was only a temporary visitor; your guest So many bruises Many more scars All the childhood memories The pain that led me too far… My ride comes So I grab my sack I get into the car And I don’t ever look back ~*~Dedicated to all those who want to be free For all those who are just like me~*~ (This is resubmitted)