Running Away

Did I have a bad day at school?
Maybe my mom and I had a spat.
Or maybe my best friend spilled all my secrets,
But I don't remember any of that.
All I recall is gathering my valuables
And a few days' worth of clothes,
Stuffing them in a backpack
And heading on down the road.
Only eight years old,
But my future's foretold.
There I am, running away.

It must have been bad,
'Cause I kicked a hole in the door.
And I cursed everything and everyone
When I found no crying shoulder.
I waited past midnight to be sure the house was asleep.
And as I crept down the stairs,
I could feel my heart race
With every floorboard creak.
Only sixteen,
But a pattern can be seen.
There I am, running away.

I walk through your front door,
My "Crime and Punishment" in my hands.
I'm sure the suffering we've felt
Is due to a higher plan.
But I did not come for forgiveness
Or to make a final confession.
I only came here to tell you
I'm running away again.

Oh, now I am older,
I should know better,
But here I am running away again.
Here I am running away.