I woke up this morning,
too much too boring,
wishing I was home.

I got out of bed,
some things I said,
wishing I was dead.

I put on my make-up,
still need to wake up,
what is going on?

This feeling that I am getting.
Wishing that I was forgetting,
everything we've done just makes me wanna run.
    && Now I'm saying..

Get me out of this world,
let me start all over.
I don't wanna be here,
in this place of misery.
All of this frustration,
is just making things more complicating.
   Get me out of this world.

-Get me out of this world. By me.. Also not done..