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Sometimes its enough to be alone.

Yeah, I'm in love, yeah, I've got friends,

but I've got love lost too,

people I swore forever to just to watch them

walk away without one glance back.

I've got my memories you can't see.

And they allow me to be alone.

They allow me to say I'm leaving this god forsaken place

and I'm not sorry, sorry, sorry.



I'M LEAVING THIS MOTHERFUCKING CITY!!

DON'T YOU GET IT!!

I'M LEAVING THIS MOTHERFUCKING CITY!!



The freedom to leave-

one of the scariest of them all.

It is a freedom, because life is a cage,

even when its good,

even when i love you,

even when my heart breaks into a million pieces for

the things I have known and loved since birth,

I am lucky to move away from them and become something else.

I'm leaving this motherfucking city.

I'm leaving,

and I'm not sorry.



I'm still hurt, you know.

I'm so numb I can barely recognize the difference between pain and life,

but I look at mine, and wonder what the missing link is.

I am doing all the things I swore not to and calling it fun.

I'm still hurt, you know.

Somewhere, somehow.

I loved someone and I lost someone and then forgot why,

and I'll just never be the same.

And I have to be alone with that truth.

Me, myself, and that truth.