Intro: Didn't Make Any Sense to Stay

There came a time where

Just didn't make any more sense to stay

So with all my shit

Packed up and I left

No real intention or thought in where I was going

I just knew it was time to go

So off I went

Bags in hand

My belongings, that didn't really mean

Or have the same value that they used to

Where the fuck do I go from here?