"Way Away"

I think I'm breaking out
I'm gonna leave you now
There's nothing for me here, it's all the same
And even though I know
That everything might go
Go downhill from here, I'm not afraid

Way away away from here I'll be
Way away away so you can see
How it feels to be alone and not believe (Feels to be alone and not believe)
Feels to be alone and not believe anything

You can't stop me now
You can't hold me down
You can't keep me here, I'm on my way
I've made it this far now
And I'm not burning out
No matter what you say, I'm not afraid

Way away away from here I'll be
Way away away so you can see
How it feels to be alone and not believe (Feels to be alone and not believe)
Feels to be alone and not believe anything

Letting out the noise inside of me (Letting out the noise inside of me)
Every window pane is shattering (Every window pane is shattering)
Cutting up my words before I speak (Cutting up my words)
This is how it feels to not believe

Letting out the noise inside of me (Letting out the noise inside of me)
Every window pane is shattering (Every window pane is shattering)
Cutting up my words before I speak (Cutting up my words)
This is how it feels to not believe

Way away away from here I'll be
Way away away so you can see
How it feels to be alone and not believe (feels to be alone and not believe)
Feels to be alone and not believe anything
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And now the entry:

This Xanga holds the stories of the past 2 years of my life.  It's the longest "diary"that I have kept in my whole life.  Now, since I am in a new city, I open a new chapter to my life, therefore closing old ones.  The stories in this xanga are not me.  They are the old me.  I have progressed, and degressed, I have lost, and I have won, and the one thing I learned is that no matter how many friends you have in a life time there are only a select few who stay close and remain close.  For those who that applies to, you won't need this xanga to keep you updated, because you have me; for those who that doesn't apply to - I'm sorry that this xanga is your only source of information about me.  This "diary" is now closed, and locked, and the key is gone forever.  Peace up G Muffins!

- Dusty