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