Kinda wish I had the courage, a bit of bravery. So tired of waiting on a man to come and save me. Wishing I had everything, or something really. Hard to admit it, but now I’m thinking freely. I’m making all my own plans, throwing all my old ones away. Gonna grow up, be someone. Draw a map, find a path, take a breath and run. And run. I am trying to get past this, be better than I once was. Tired of waiting, on someone else.
I can fix it by myself.