It's the same for me always in this life
Lackluster, fleeting happiness, smiling rarely
Often depressed, frustrations inside, very worried, and too much stress

I promised myself I'd leave and fly
Tell this place so long and goodbye

But every time I feel like I have my chance to flee
This is my chance; this is my opportunity
There's always someone showing up to fill my
head with horror stories and negativity

Oh I know, yeah it's okay
You want to let go, reach out, find your own way
But there's a truth that they won't hear
You want to fall out, fade away, disappear