Leaving Chicago

Sometimes I feel like leaving, forgetting all these feelings. Let
me start over in a better place. It's raining, I'm staying, wish
I could stop complaining, but now I'm stuck and I just can't
move on. I don't think that this will work out on it's own.
Times are hard when you just sit there all alone. Now that I'm
getting older, no chance of starting over. I think too much
about the times I've lost. Maybe I should realize that there is
more to this life. Until then it's just me and apathy. I gotta
get out, gotta get away from this. Something's keeping me from
leaving. There's nothing left for me here.