I am going to escape for awhile,
Pretty please don't try to follow me.
I tried to make the best out of everything I had which was nothing.
All the mistakes I made,
All the things I've done to cure my despair that only made matters worse...
Traveling endlessly on the bleak road where nothing lays ahead,
I've lost my way back home,
Hell might never try to find me,
But boy, misery sure does love some company.
Now I'm running from the anguish,
From the fear,
Running, because I'm afraid what's behind me.