What If I Just Go?
The fire in my heart—it seethes,
aching to be free.
He's shackled by expectations,
and fears of what could be.
I'm ready to get ou—
What about our house?
I'm ready to collapse the syst—
What about our income?
The other half of me—
a flowing current of doubt,
and he refuses to see—
the wild beyond our doorway,
all the possibles.
What if I just go?
Since there's no sense in reason.
What if I just go—
they'd hang me for treason.
So maybe I'll just stay—
and just sacrifice my happiness?
Yeah. It's the safer way.
Suppress and regress, in excess.
Suppress and regress, in excess.
Suppress and regress, in excess.
No.
No!
NO!
I have to get out—
I need to choose me,
I see the bigger plan,
and what is meant to be.
I have so much potential,
but not inside this box.
Please come with me—
I need financial Freedom—
not counting every due.
I promise we'll be happy,
unbound from 'have to' glue.