I don't need a parachute.
You don't need to ask if I'm okay.
I can look after myself.
We've been walking for hours now.
My feet are starting to itch.
Blisters crack all over my skin,
And my shoes don't even fit.
I'm so sorry for the pain,
Sorry for the aches,
Sorry for the moods I'm swinging.
But I don't need your hand,
I don't need your heart --
I don't need a parachute.
I have tried to carry you
As far as I can go but I'm not strong
Enough to do this on my own.
I'll pack my bags to leave this town,
'Cause I'm not welcome back here anymore --
Upon these shores.
I'm so sorry for the greed,
Sorry for the hate,
Sorry for the mess I left you.
But I don't want it back,
I don't need it back --
I don't need a parachute.