I'm sorry I can't come
I really wanted to go
I want to see all the things
That dreamed of seeing when
I was 5 years old
I want to leave
But I can barely leave my room
I want to pack up all my things
I want to see the world with you
But I love the way I feel when I'm alone
Hate to say it
But I'm scared of being vulnerable
Say I'm fine cause otherwise
It's torture coming up my throat
It taste like everything
I'm trying to let go