Love You Mean It

My father my mother if this is the last you hear of me It's not for lack of covering my tracks I am leaving For where sky meets sea Please, do not fear for me Like a furnace fueled by flame the feeling was festering A sense of shame and my wanting wa

Well I've been staring a hole in the sky, I keep wasting my time wondering, Of all the places I could be, I am not, Who I was, in the dreams, We dare to dream when we are young, One day, we wake up and we become, Something different. We are the sums