To West Texas. Or Chicago.

Let's go to Chicago, oh wait, no.

I just want to walk. I want to walk away and not turn back. It would let me think, but I can't. I'm not allowed to anymore. I have to grow up, I'm not allowed to think. I just have to do. There's nothing for me anymore. Nothing really belongs to me. It's lonely. It seems like the people who used to be there, aren't anymore. It feels like I'm starting over. He doesn't realize what he's doing by not helping me, it's making me more like me, and that's dangerous. If I get too much like myself, things won't turn out well.

They've forgot about me, and they don't know what it's doing to me.
She's forgot about me, and she doesn't know what it's doing to me.
He's forgot about me, and he doesn't know what it's doing to me.
I've forgotten nothing, and I know what it's doing to me.

Life seems like it's going in slow motion, and when I think it's about to pick up, and get rolling, it tricks me.
It goes slower. Things get more dull and bleak. Something needs to happen.