Go

When you talk about your homelife

I try to identify

With my own memories

Childhood life was such a breeze

But now i'm slipping away

From the boy my mother made

I'm growing on, but i hold on

To the days that made me fell so

Powerless and ignorant

Without a cent, without the sense to know

That one day i would have to try

To survive and go

First time you gotta leave your home

Second time you live alone

Third time you just don't know

Fourth time you gotta pack your life and go

On the day my father died

I was too naive to cry

Inside i was so unclear

I always thought he's reappear

But now i'm slipping away

From the lost child he made

I'm growing but i hold on

To his name and to the days of

Innocence and selfishness

I find these things impossible to shake

But i won't break, until i take

Take a fuckingg chance and go