is it time for me to go back to where I've always been, with the life I hoped so much would change while I was gone, but that stayed exactly the same as before, if it did'nt become worst. with those people who know me more than I wish they'd do.
I wanted it so much, I cried so much to have it, this way out that is now offered to me. It seems like I've been waiting forever and now here I am, wondering if it was a good idea. True, home, is definitly not a small island lost in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, it's never been been and will never be. But do I really wanna go home? I feel like, when i was wasting my time complaining about everything I missed something important. There is still so many things left to do, people to see, places to go, this can't be the end.
No matter what happened, good and bad, I'll leave a part of me on this island and when I'll be in the sky, flying over America, flying home, that part of me will be wandering alone on the beach's white sand, keeping the memories alive forever.
I wish they'll remember, I wanna be more than an old memory
Goodbye DR, goodbye FRESH, i'll miss you