I'm picking brand new habits of self-esteem, Of calling myself "man" instead of "a boy." And I know the difference between growing up and growing out. I can't believe I finally see the reason why I wanted to leave.
This loft is a book. Our old home was a schoolhouse. I didn't learn much besides crying out loud. I'm writing new pages. I'm writing new chapters. Because being a new being's the hardest thing to be.
This is my own personal declaration. I am not resigning, I'm re-signing a pact That I made when I was twelve, When I didn't talk to people, I scared myself, But I don't now.