If I could run, I’d run, and I surely can, but where do I hide? Nowhere. Nowhere but home, but this isn’t my home. From day 1, I gave this place all of my hate, this town and the people in it. I never felt safe, I never felt good, I never felt wanted, so why should I stay?
And I have been given the choice to leave. And I’d leave… if I could afford it. But I can’t. So where do I run? Where the hell do I hide? Who will spread out there wings and save me? Take my lungs, my voice, take me now, I call! And don’t look back. Don’t look behind ever again.
