I'm not Sleepy and there is no Place I'm going to

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Me Myself And I

This Ones For me, This Ones For me, Not For anyone Else

These words have never been so true. I cant wait to walk along the cobble streets, pick out fresh flowers and yummy treats from the local markets and dine under the stars in one of the many beautiful Italian piazzas. Milan here I come!

This will be a good time to focus on myself and clear my head of everything that is going on in my life back home. Only two more weeks of school until graduation and then I'm off.


It's time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, bab grass is growng
It's time to move on, it's time to get going

Broken skyline, movin' through the airport
She's an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector

Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go


Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenalin
Like brakin' up a dogfight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I'm losing my mind

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