Getting Lost

I figured it all out in my head.
Sitting alone in my room, just trying to pass the time. Yet smeared eyeliner and faded lipstick are the least of my worries, because I packed my suitcase and trashed this house, and im ready to leave it all behind. Oh family you mean so much, and I wont forget you after I decide, your name imprinted on the left right of my mind. Yet I wanna forget this life and take my head out of the clouds. I got this empty space where my heart should be, so ill let loose, and come what may, say goodbye to you, take a bottle of champagne, let life take me where the hell it says is fate.