walking with my heart in my pockets
the wind does nothing for me
with each step it's me against the world
i just want it too much
I want things I envision I imagine
what i want what i should do what i can't do
too much, so much, it hurts
I can't run into the night and never look back
I'm stuck..I can't just go away, or can I?
I always feel like maybe there's something better out there for me?
Maybe that's where I should be....
Maybe that's where you'll be.
Maybe that's where I will be. ...
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