Saturday, September 10, 2011
7:59 PM // This time.
Well I'm mad as hell, I ain't gon' take it no more. My bag is packed up at the back of your door. 'Cause I don't know who I am no more, You won the battle but you lost the war. I've been in denial, now I'm living the truth been down for a while, now I'm standing up to you.
This time, this time I'm gonna do it my away. This time, I'm finding out the hard away
This time, I'm gonna go back to the girl I was on the night you found me. No more, closing back the real me, just wait, in a minute you'll see this time, is in time, it's my time. Getting back to the real me.
Don't try to stop me with the words you say 'cause I'm sick and tired of the games you play. I'm gonna free myself, gonna make a change and like a butterfly, I'mma spread my wings been crying for too long, now I'm drying my eyes. Grounded for so long, now it's time for me to fly.