Away from the worries, the sorrow, the fear.
Away from the problems the madness, the tears.

I run for myself, for it is all that I have left.
With every step farther, I start to lose breath.

Every person I pass, the feelings get stronger.
I realize that I can't take this pressure much longer.

I have to get out, I have to be free.
I am getting closer and closer to the key.

I run to the new, and away from the old.
The farther I get, the more it gets cold.

I've found that the key is somewhere inside me.
But running away just leaves you lonely.

I take one last look, back into the past.
I finally can start to heal this aching cast.

I Run.