Sometimes I wonder just what I am searching for
been living my life one foot in one foot out the door
been living my life one foot in one foot out the door
Forever confined by the walls that I built myself
I was just a little scared, a little lost, afraid to ask for help
But things are changing ‘round here these days, or so it seems
I’m picking up the pen I will write my own history
I am finally free
And every time I think ‘is this the end?’
it comes around and it begins again
but like the ice my patience wearing thin
and I am breaking, I am breaking in.
I will get by I will keep my head high
I was just a little scared, a little lost, afraid to ask for help
But things are changing ‘round here these days, or so it seems
I’m picking up the pen I will write my own history
I am finally free
And every time I think ‘is this the end?’
it comes around and it begins again
but like the ice my patience wearing thin
and I am breaking, I am breaking in.
I will get by I will keep my head high
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