freedom

i spend my day in silence
fearing what i might say
regretting my cowardice
i have so little to throw away
so i keep it to myself
to wonder what might have been
i know im way to old
to ever start again
and the cracks in the seams
let out the might have beens
and the holes in the sole
keeps me from where i want to go
and in the quiet of the night
i hear the loudest of it all
and in the brightness of the day
is when i want to chuck it all
go on and run
go on and run
let go of all the things you’ve ever done
go on and run
go on and run
let go of all the things you’ve ever done
be a fucking coward
what you were meant to be
go on and run