I Want to Runaway and Never Look Back
at 15 years old. i wanted to leave home. I did't feel as if i belonged there. always on the outside looking into a perfect world of happy people. I was out of place and out of sorts. I was a caged bird who could not fly...By the time I turned 21 I kept what I called run money on hand. $500 and money for a greyhound ticket. People would tell me all the time things would get better. And i always replied worst comes before better. and for me after 20 years of waiting I have not found better only the flipped side of being out... I still don't belong anywhere. I have no true friends. I just need a vacation from me. just six months away from myself...Ahh to forget. would be nice to wake up in China..without a care in the world a new name, new job and $10,000...