Its something that pulls me out,
Im not sure,
All i can see in my head is that i have to go away alone,

All i feel when i go confused,
Is the desire of running away;

All i can see, don't care more the whys or the whichs;

The hability to take my bag and move,
Everytime i feel i have to,
and do, always do what you truly want:
Grow, instead, alone.