Before we run out of time;
before I forget who I used to be;
all I can say is trust me this time.
I left this place searching for a paradise that didn’t exist.
Now whatever happens tonight,
I’ll be okay with that.
This world might be small, but it is as perfect as it gets.
Happiness is an ornament
hanging around the edges of these mighty walls.
All I can think is that I still have time;
I have time to be known as who I want to be.
Now I understand, it doesn’t matter where I am;
If I leave behind my identity, my town,
I’ll never have the recognition I thought I had to move away for.