Runway Lights

Every mile puts distance between the life you wanted me to lead.
I can taste the freedom on my tongue,
No more breaking for what I don't believe.
Runway lights are calling me home,
Leaving behind your careful plans.
I'm not the woman you tried to mold; I'm taking flight with my own two hands.
Runway lights, I'm almost there,
Shedding your weight with every breath.
You wanted me quiet, you wanted me scared,
But I'd rather burn than live half dead.
I'm live half dead.
You said I'd regret this choice,
That I'd come crawling back in shame.
But I've been drowning in your expectations,
And I finally learned to break the chains.
The city's getting smaller in the mirror,