I wanna runaway
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I wanna runaway.
Very very far away from home.
I wanna get lost in New York.
I wanna fall in love in Tokyo.
I wanna fall apart in Paris/London
and maybe drink to much in Sydney/L.A.
I wanna runaway with only 50 boxes.
I wanna runaway without a plan, without a map.
I don’t care about the names, I don’t care about the places.
I just wanna runaway from the pain.
The pain follows me
The pain haunts me
Please, please, leave me
I just wanna feel free
The pain corrupts me
The pain blinds me
Please, please, forget me
I just wanna be me
I wanna runaway.
Very very far away.
Far from everything. Far from everyone.
With only one pair of shoes and only one song in my head.
I wanna runaway.
Please, please, just let me.
Don’t pick me up from the streets where I am going to end.
Please, please, don’t save me. I just wanna be me. Alone.
I just wanna feel free. And die far far
far from home.
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