Straight Toward the Great Sun

I'm standing on the edge where the sky meets the floor. I don't recognize

the girl who lived here before. The walls are like a prison,

silver and cold. Repeating every lie that I've ever been told. But I'm breaking

the frame. I'm stepping outside. I've got nothing left to fear and nothing to

hide. And the air is getting clear. The pressure is gone.

I'm finally waking up to a different dawn. You're looking for the pieces of

the heart that you broke. Honey, I'm the fire, you're just the

smoke. I'm running straight toward the great sun.