fly to belong to own sky

Every day is different, adjustable desk every day is a day of repetition.

Today I want to go out, it is time to breathe the fresh air and leave the suffocating space. I'm taking out, fly to belong to own sky.

Every day I have to work around, in the same place every time went back to the origin office furniture, whether I made a mistake, or you're deliberately playing tricks on me?

Now I'm back bags left you, solo travel. I don't know whether you would be sad, sad. The only thing I know is, away from your track, toward their own journey.

I stepped over their own familiar with every inch of land, every time sad. I want to go back a couple of times, but I can't culturelle, I only have bolted forward, so I can get free.

Every journey, means that I will face a strange world. Each time, is pregnant with fluky psychology. But the reality is always want to break it. Every time, I was covered with scars, every time get black and blue. But I don't care, I care about is only one, that is electrical desk, I will not stop until you reach the end, will only give up.