Fine Familiar歌詞

The Higher - The (Runaway) Artist
@ 活在當下 製作
Standing side of the street
I see her walking away
Her car and bags are packed
Heading straight for L.A.
More of a reason to go
Less of a reason to stay
With every mile she goes
A memory fades away
Not really hip in her school
Unsatisfied with her crowd
Only looking for someplace
Where she can be found
The poetry that she writes
A different kind of release
If they can't hear her scream
Maybe they'll hear her sing
La, la, la, la
La, la, la, la
And I know that she will be fine if she tries
The days turned into months
The months they turned into years
On a road to fame
Shedding too many tears
A few letters to home
It just wasn't the same
They even made her change her name
Well on the way to work
Turned on the radio