A song
Is coursing through my blood
Like a piece of me that I can't touch
Let it out
Spill it on the page
On the ground where I have met my fate
Many times
I have been afraid
A result
Of questioning my age
Let it out
Spill it on the floor
What I was
Doesn't matter anymore
And in this life we're getting nothing done
To someone somewhere we have just begun
But I refuse to live like that
If you need me back in Brooklyn, I will come