My Days

Where am I?
Where am I going?
Is it somewhere that I want to go?
And when I get there
Is that where happy is?
Or is it somewhere I already know?

Sometimes I feel
Like I cry without a noise
Sometimes I feel
Like somebody chose my choice

I have to run away
I have to sit and stay
I wanna live a life
Where I'm allowed to say
That I'm proud of the way that I spent
My days

I can feel
Something growing
It is small but it's shifting the ground
When I was younger, I could hear it
But it's back
It's my sound

Sometimes I feel
Like I lost my only voice
But then I realized
Only I can choose my choice

I have to run away
I have to sit and stay
I wanna live a life
Where I'm allowed to say
That I'm proud of the way that I spent
My days

These days
All we ever really get are
Days to dream
And days to lose
I just need to choose my time

I have to run away
I have to stay
I'm gonna live a life
Where I am proud to say
That I followed my joy
I followed my heart
I lived this one wild life, I ripped it apart
I pushed through the corners with no apologies

And finally I can say
I know the way
I'll say that I love the way that I spent
My days