Take my time

I spent the day over this email, reading bits every half hour, trying to connect the dots differently.
I know you don't know everything but you know so much. I think I should decide my life, but it's so hard to concentrate when you're there, telling me what's right.
I'm not sure what will come now, I'm just sad for the possibilities.

I'll need to be drastic to make things better. The runway is over, now it's me and my wings, I wonder if I can really fly, I think I can't. I wish you could understand I'm not like them.