Nomad

I long to run, to flee, to fly,
To leave reality long behind.

All I ask, to see the world,
Can't be too hard for just one girl.

So I make lists and I book flights,
Through insomniatic nights.

Whether by bus, car, or train,
I just try to escape the pain.

If I find a brand new home,
Maybe I'll not feel so alone?

Brand new city, brand new me
I always grow bored eventually.

All the old feelings crawling back,
Until I feel my skull might crack.

So I pack up and I move on,
Wondering how this can feel so wrong,

Some place, that when I first came
Convinced me it could heal my brain.

Every new place in which I come,
Gives me only fleeting fun.

Until I'm sad, once more grey,
And then it's time to run away.

I know it's best to ask for help,
But without my blues I'm not myself.