Walls fade into ceilings

pictures into frames.

I desperatly want to leave this place,

and stop playing all these games.

It's sad, I know, to watch me go,

just think of it as this:

This is my chance to be myself,

and to hopefully find bliss.

I'll let my friends know of my departure,

tell my family goodbye.

The last sight of this place I will ever see,

will be viewed atop the sky.

It's still unsure, but I can dream,

and hopefully can persuade,

and hope in time that with this wish

my face, here, will not fade.