Hurt Trampled, face down in the dirt Feeling worthless Breathless From running a race without any trace Of hope Of winning. Loosing All sense of reality Normality slips and slits though your Fingers Like broken glass.
Past Memories Are history, your story Has only just begun I am here; I am your Chapter One.
Come run Away with me Run away from pain This is no game. This is realityβs fantasy. Your storybook ending Is only just beginning.
So take off your old shoes You have nothing to loose With me Free As birds in the open sky Come John, Letβs fly.