"At times like this, I wish I were a sailor.
And could travel far away to hidden lands.
With the sea below and the sky above,
The horizon the only thing to love
and anchors tattooed on my chest and hands.
What I'd give to be the one who's always leaving.
Instead of being the one that's always left.
To feel wanderlust instead of love,
'Cause surely that would be enough
To take me away from this entire fucking mess.
Admittedly I got myself in to this.
But now all I really want is to get out.
To be the person that I was before
Who looked around herself and saw
A world a little wider than the one to which she was bound."
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