Tired of Islands

Tired of the same old places

Exhausted from all these ugly faces

To young to do anything

To old to sit and pretend this yearning feeling doesn't exist

Struggling to live each moment

But each moment has no life

Each moment is the same as the last

Creating on big repetitive sequence of nothingness

And all that I aspire to

The only thing my heart dreams of

Is to leave

Let me leave! 

As time goes on, all I can do is practice

unable to find motivation

I continue to side-step, crossover and avoid

Pretending bliss comes from a paper bag

Because I guess for now it does

It will mask it for awhile 

but eventually you'll find 

that no matter how many times you draw

regardless of what made you fall

one day escaping wont be enough

I need to leave she sighs

I'm so ready to say goodbye

I'm so tired

She's so tired

So damn tired of islands