Following the same path as always hate and pain only consuming transforming conforming to hit his view. Waking up daily feeling like I'm stuck in the freezing cold air of December.no warm in his arms in his love. I don't have no where else to go, but I'm deciding to break my shadows. Waking up is realizing who you really are sick of all of the hell guess that's what life has coming. Following the same path not any more standing up and waking up through the hell I will not cry I fight and find out who I really am who i am. No longer. No longer I am finally free I am the exodus free I Am the exodus. I guess waking up is finding who you really are