Oh I am not enough
I am to hard to love
I am a little sick once in a while
But your sickness beats mine by a mile

I like to be alone
You want me to always be home
I thought to leave
You said feel free

I thought to pack my bags
Before I could everything became rags
I had that foot out the door
But then you begged to try a little more

I always hated merry-go-rounds
I always despised loud sounds
You love to spin me so fast
Yelling so loud that I forget my past

Who was I before I read your lines
Who woke me up to these signs
I think this sloth may speed up today
Leave everything and runaway