I want to leave. To get out of this place.
So much sadness, too much boring grace.
New Orleans, Louisiana. My mind. This school.
My life is a roller coaster... how cliché...
I need to leave. I want to breathe.
Music -- the object of my study -- my serenity!
Or so it should be... but it's crushing me.
So much to do, so little time,
It blows my mind.
My love, I can't breathe. You're killing me.
I need to get out, to go far away.
How cliché, but oh, so true.
I want to leave, I want to explore.
I want to breathe. I want more.
There are so many things I want... I NEED.
But I can't have. You, or anything. How selfish of me.
My life is a mess, I've never been more stressed.
I just want your carress... but it's not mine.
And all I find is the pulsing of passing time.
The days grow longer, and I can't breathe.
I need to leave...
So, I was in class and thought this up. I'm having troubles lately, and I've really never been more stressed. All I want to do is be with the person I want (which makes this really hard, for certain reasons), travel, and do freelance singing and music. But I can't. I'm trapped. Money is the ruler, and I don't have enough of it. I'm not really a lyricist, nor to I write poems often, but there's no one I can talk to about these things and I CAN'T continue to leave everything inside, and I've wanted to use hitRECord more, so this is how that came to be. I hope you enjoy. If you find a way to re-arrange this, or write music to it/with this in mind, TELL ME! I'd love to sing it!
Created: Feb 25, 2014amandaHEY Document Media