Dark, dark forests.
I'm trying to stay, but I just want to go.
There are such dark paths around me and all I've ever seen in the distance is fog. Fog that burns like fire with each step I take. And they push me and push me and drag me along. I tell them I don't want to but all they do is shame me. Guilt me into standing up, stepping forward.
No one really listens.
I tell them and tell them. But they only hear what they want to.
With my head in my hands, twisting my hair, oh how I hate it here.
They all beg me to stay. But I just want to go.
There are such dark paths around me and all I've ever seen in the distance is fog. Fog that burns like fire with each step I take. And they push me and push me and drag me along. I tell them I don't want to but all they do is shame me. Guilt me into standing up, stepping forward.
No one really listens.
I tell them and tell them. But they only hear what they want to.
With my head in my hands, twisting my hair, oh how I hate it here.
They all beg me to stay. But I just want to go.
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