I need to run, run away from all this.
It's not good for me. All it does is knock me down; over and over again.
I hate it. I hate every single part of this place. All it does is bring me pain, it keeps me empty and hollow.
I cry, the tears run down my cheeks they dry. Then it starts again. And again. And again.
The truth is boiling in my blood, it's ready to explode. But I won't let it.
And then there is a memory, a memory remembered this day. It will be an unforgetable memory that will last forever.
All I asked for was freedom, Is it really that hard to get?
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