My black backpacks stuffed with broken dreams
20 bucks should get me through the week
Never said a word of discontentment
Fought it a thousand times but now
Im leaving home
Here in the shadows
Im safe
Im free
Ive nowhere else to go but
I cannot stay where I dont belong
Two months pass by and its getting cold
I know Im not lost
I am just alone
But I wont cry
I wont give up
I cant go back now
Waking up is knowing who you really are
Show me the shadow where true meaning lies
So much more dismay in empty eyes
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