Runaway from those friends that cut you slowly,
They said they'd have you but you're left with nobody,
Runaway from those Hi's, Hello's, and See you later's,
That never amount to anything, Isn't that a funny thing,
They call you fake and a ghost, one of the things you hate most,
All of this criticism is only a realism to themselves,
So **** it, see them in Seven Hells.

Runaway your heart is pounding,
Your family is clouding,
All of your surroundings,
They're always frowning,
Crazy you must be sounding,
Why are they constantly hounding,
Can't they see you're drowning,
But that's fine deal,
We've developed a method to never just feel,
We've constructed a formula to differentiate the faulty from real.

Runaway from the person they told you to be,
Runaway from the past you can't see,
You have to face it, there's no chance of erasing,
The blood and the violence, that's hidden underneath silence,
Nobody knows what's behind closed doors, what's rotting to the core.