Did I used to be a good, obedient child? Was it that once upon a time I used to be every parent’s dream? Sweet, polite, and clever. Oh when did that change, how is it that now I’m your everyday nightmare, the source of your sad, sad tears.

I want to fly away. Blessed freedom, blessed fresh air.

I want to erase you off, pretend that you were all a mistake. All that heartbreaks and broken hopes were just well, a mistake. It was meant to be good and whole, I was meant to be your pride, to be good. I don’t wanna correct it anymore; I no longer care what happened along the way that brought this upon us. I’m tired of these that are broken and I just want out.

I’m selfish, stubborn and unworthy. Everything was given to me good and whole, I was the one who spoilt it. I’ve tried victimising myself and I used to be convinced it was all your doing, your fault. But no, it’s me. Deep down I know it’s me. I’m a liar and a heartbreaker. Someday I should be burnt, I should be thrown away.

And the thing is, I don’t even wanna try correct it anymore. I’m tired and it’s too broken. Don’t you see, it’s too broken.

One day I will find the secret passage in the air and follow it. We’ll keep making our way up, we won’t be falling anymore.