some times i wish i could pack my bags
& take a train to new york
i could rent an apartment where the heat doesn't work
the stars dont shine and the hoes stay up late partyin
i could bar tend at the run down bar around the corner
dance on the tables like coyete ugly & earn tips
& at the end of the night i'll know i'll be ok
because even though im not living a dream
im far away from everything that has harmed me
everyone who has brought me down
& i wont be afraid to be myself
i know that if i save enough money
meet the right people
& wait for the time to come
i can get out of this hell hole
& start living my life
i can start over a new page
& maybe just maybe
that empty feelin deep inside
wont feel so empty anymore
