When I think back on how was my life
The only feeling was a misery
The tears constantly coming through the eyes
Realizing how down I was at that time.
Time fly, time fly
And is not turning back
Memories belongs to me
And what they do to me.
Creative as I possibly could be
There was not space for that
As I had to be who they wanted
For the moment of my existence.
Time fly, time fly away
The only thing was left for me
Was my dreams of traveling
And become the person that I always wanted to be.
Free......
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