I break away.

And so I break away,
because what point is there for me to stay?

The future brings a world uncertain,
with blurry lines and a closing curtain.

I don't want my life to drift away,
but I'm scared that If I stay,

I'll be disappointed in what'll find,
because the world is so unkind.

And I can't tell you what I think,
because in the end, it's not up to me.

And I don't know If I should go,
with an upset face or not let it show.

I look myself, head to toe,
and I'm sure of myself, but I do not know.

What time has for me,
but finding out, that's the key.

If I leave,
next year we'll just have to see,

when I start school,
how alone I'll be.