I must leave.

Leave this comfortable bubble that I have been living in.

I understand their pain and suffering but why can’t they understand mine.

I’m already damn 25 years old so why can’t they let me go.

I still need permission to leave and am supposed to come back at sharp 8pm.

All my friends left to start their life leaving me behind.

What am I gonna do when they are gone for good.

By then I’ll get old myself and won’t get the chance to start something.

I always wanted to travel but I can’t because they are holding me back.

I must leave.

Here I come New York.