Honestly, I imagine that I leave sometimes when life gets hard.
At first everyone would wonder where I went, maybe even miss me.
Eventually they'd forget, and then I'd finally be free.
I'd travel the world, the UK, Paris, Australia!
Pack my bags and never look back.
Fall in love with some one exotic, the man of my dreams.
We'd get married, go on adventures, and I'd finally be free.
Of corse that will never happen.
I'll stay here, trapped.
Wishing that someone would understand- see me,
Heal me, help me be free.