*Starts singing again* Grew up in a small town, and when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window. Dreaming of what could be and if I'd end up happy, I would prey.
Try'n hard to reach out, but when I tried to speak out, felt like no one could here me. Wanted to belong here, but something felt so wrong here, and I would prey(I would prey) I could break away,
and I'll spred my wings, and I'll learn how to fly, though it's not easy to tell you good bye. Gotta, make a wish, take a chance, make a change, and break away.* Singing fads into silence*