22 years

22 years of habit
Have finally come undone
She's packed her bags
She's moving on at last
She'll leave it all behind her
The ghosts of what she's lost
She'll make a break
And maybe they'll stop haunting her

She used to dream of fairytales
Believe in fantasies
Now all she wants to do is fly away

* Maybe she'll find what she's after
Catch a falling star, make her dreams come true
Pray she'll find a way
That she'll make it through all right
'Cause it's not easy to learn to fly solo

22 years of hiding
Afraid of what they’d say
If they saw the girl behind the mask she’s wearing
The pretence keeps getting harder
As the expectations rise
She lives in fear she’s gonna slip up someday

She used to dream of fairytales
Believe in fantasies
Now all she wants to do is fly away

* Maybe she'll find what she's after
Catch a falling star, make her dreams come true
Pray she'll find a way
That she'll make it through all right
'Cause it's not easy to learn to fly solo

22 years of madness
Are coming to a close
She'll make a change
She's moving on from here...
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Listen here.
(For all those who I don't normally assault with my music, this is much more the style of how I write, as opposed to my random electronica bit from a few posts ago.) Enjoy and post feedback!