Complimentary "the chronicles of a bohemian teenager (part 2)

I think i've been here before,
only now not at the cellar,
I am lying on the sunrooms floor,
and contemplating why that if im so damn tired and out of pocket,
do I turn every conversation and every contemplation I make,
into a self pity trip.

I said that i would ride a wagon right out of this town,
and out of this slide,
to find the confidence and hope,
that i lost back in 2005,
but did I?
Would there be a second chapter,
if they didnt leave the death star alive?

I want to be something else of worth, you see?
And I want fly like a kite in the sky.
You don't need a degree, to deconstruct this melody,
but this ones not for you.

If a song for was,
my justification for the introspective writings i make,
then this is the most anyone will ever hear about my personal life,
then why?
as the apology I owe you is as public as the stars in the sky,
"if I, if I..."

I want to be something else of worth, you see?
And I want fly like a kite in the sky.
You don't need a degree, to deconstruct this melody,
but this ones not for you.