I WANT BACK MY HISTORY, ALL OF MY TEENAGE ENTROPY
I WANT MY LIFE WITHOUT REASON, FOR ALL ITS REMAINING SEASON
I WANT MY WOUNDED HEART BACK, AND ALL OF YOUR SORROW
I WANT MY BROKEN BICYCLE, AND YOUR TEAR SOAKED PILLOW
I DON’T WANT MORE CLARITY, NOR THE LIFE ON CHARITY
LET MY LIFE WITHOUT ANY PURPOSE, NOTHING TO ACHIEVE
I AM BEYOND THIS PLACE AND TIME
I AM OUT OF THIS PRISON , AT LAST I AM FREE
