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!