i want to smile, i want to cry, i want to scearm, to laugh, to jump to fall, i don't know what i want.i'm happy with what i have, but i want to go away, but and the sometimes, i love were i am, and yet want to runway
i wish mama would like to move out for just a bit-mouth maybe two- and letting me grow and see the other thing the life hold that i can't git here, but at the same time i see that she cant let me go she love me and worry about what i do, and i can try to grow were i am but it's hard i've been here for to long