Don’t trust me to be the Lol you know
Imma kick it out the window
And when I was young I thought about running away
So I could adventure each and every day
Not shake my bones at the school’s gate
Because I’m not sure what lies in wait
All of those people talking things
And teachers who are the breakers of the wings
Of innocent circumstance to rote learn
I just want to be gone and burn
In the fire of a soul gone strange
So the furniture can rearrange
And I can be the child I am
I need no leader, let go of my hand
I am for a different shore
In my absence you can adore
If you want, if that’s your way
But I won’t be withheld is what I say

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