What if I could float away,
and never touch the ground again?
What if I could fly away,
and never see your face again?

Would you even be lonely?
Would you even need me,
to be there?
Would you even care?

Would you even feel sorry,
for what you said to me,
the other day?
Before you walked away.

You will never ever,
ever, ever,
ever be sorry.

And I have never ever,
ever ever,
been so lonely.

I will never ever,
ever, ever,
be the same again.

And I never ever,
ever, ever,
want to see your face again.

What if I could hide away,
without any consequence?
What if I ran away,
would you still feel so innocent?