June 01, 2005


Oh, I swear this town gets smaller every day
And I'm waiting for my chance, I'm gonna break away
I'm so sick and tired of being told what's good for me
People got lots of ideas of who I'm supposed to be

Angel, carry me, oh so far away
May my body never touch the ground
And if I promise you I'll be back someday
Will you set me free, so I can fly away?
Fly away, fly away

Posted by Princess Cat at June 1, 2005 10:50 AM @ 10:50 AM in Musical Delights // Permalink