Grew up in a small town

And when the rain would fall down

I'd just stare out my window

Dreamin' of what could be

And if I'd end up happy I would pray

Trying hard to reach out

But when I tried to speak out

Felt like no one could hear me

Wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here

So I pray

I could breakaway

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly

I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky

And I'll make a wish, take a chance make a change

And breakaway

Out of the darkness and into the Sun

But I won't forget all the ones that I love

I'll take a risk

take a chance

make a change

And breakaway

Want to feel the warm breeze

Sleep under a palm tree

Feel the rush of the ocean

Get onboard a fast train

Travel on a jet plane

Faraway

And breakaway

Buildings with a hundred floors

Swinging round revolvin' doors

Maybe I don't know where they'll take me

But gotta keep movin' on

Movin' on

Fly away

Breakaway

I just want to fly to somewhere that I belong. I tried my best to make myself comfortable and get used to the surroundings, but it's not easy, at all. Who ever sees the effort? No one seems to understand. I want to get out of all these, I hate being busy, being put in that spot. I tried, so hard, I'm tired. I don't know what else I can, or need to do, to be able to reach there. Knowing my destiny is one thing, getting to it is another. Wherever it maybe, whenever it will come, I don't really want to know it anymore.

Chances come and go, you might be near but yet far from it. So do people, thinking back of all that took place this whole year. Relationships were built, friendships were forged. Smiles were broke, tears were shed. As I come to wonder, how can people change their faces that fast? I'm amazed by how people treat each other, one moment they are smiling in front of you, next, they're there backstabbing, back-mouthing of all your wrongs. Is that really what you called friends? Those that claimed to be "good/close-friends", have you ever thought that they have their motives or jealousy? I never believed in "BFF". Never. Is it true that if you treat people the way you want to be treated, people will be nicer to you?

As time flies, I am going to turn 16 next year. It just felt like it's the first day I stepped into my new secondary school, and all of a sudden, with a blink of an eye, I've grown up. Trying hard to be mature, but still hesitating about putting down all the childish acts. The things we do, the words we speak, the small little actions we did, it's really funny when you sit and think about them. Just recaping some moments. Nothing much. Maybe just shedding some tears.

I started out as a small innocent child, that was wondering what would life be when I grow up, what were my ambitions, what houses I want to stay in, will there be a pool? All I was handling was just purely joy, but right now, I'm trying hard to fixed back the broken joy. Holding back tears, putting out smiles. I really envy all the children out there, when they want to smile, they smile, when they cry, they cry out loud. They just follow what their hearts say, no need for holding back of tears and putting up of masks. Where had all those days went to? All the miseries in my heart, I've never showed, and somehow, I don't seem to remember. I just realised, how deep I've kept them that I've never shed a tear for that. Guess I've got to start digging them out, to be healthy.

If it's really a passion, will it burn out that easily?