responsible

I can't let my heart be taken away before I've found a purpose for it, you've hit old notes and still insist you know me, there's so much to do and so much more to come, my bad thoughts tell me I must go soon cause I can't handle what's next. I know I'll be ready some day, but the days are slow and my hands need to knit, I want a life that's free, I feel unprepared, unready, even somewhat dumb, I don't want to inheritent the family's wicked hex. I just wanna live.