I've had enough
I gotta get away from here
and put these people in my rearview mirror
The stress is killing me with every little shockwave
the street is cracking underneath
She's got a problem with the way I talk and
I'm packing everything I need
No! I'm not gonna let this happen no more
You know you gotta runaway
Oh, I gotta know what I am meant for
You know you gotta runaway
No! I I gotta get away from this town
You know you gotta run away
Oh! Sick of the same old roads I've been down
You know you gotta run away
My ascension from the choices that I've made
Pre-hypertension in a world gone mad
The nervous system serves as such a dead giveaway
And I have given all I have
You think it's easy and it's just a vacation
I'm writing my own epitaph
I can't take it
I will break soon
I can't stop dreaming
I will let them down