There was a time when I could run
I ran into my innermost sanctum
There was relief there.
I no longer know this place to be home,
Where can I go? I need an escape!
Where can I hide? Where can I go to feel safe?
The inner most recesses of my mind they scare me now
I feel trapped. Like a prisoner at Guantanamo bay I am locked in
With no where to go! Why has my home changed on my why had it turned on me. I once knew happiness
Now I'm cold and alone. Fearing that every corner I turn will introduce me to lower freezing temperatures.
People say to me it's ok, but I know it's not true. I need to escape this place.
Maybe I'll burn it down. I can rebuild I can make this place warm again but only with the burning flames of freedom.
Freedom to Rome and be me. I just need to escape. I stand at the inside of the door with this gas can and a match!
That is what I'll do I'll burn it down I'll rebuild... No I won't I refuse I'll burn it down and I'll escape to the cliff near the beach to face the rushing waters that lye below. Jumping, diving head first with no. Regret into the waters of freedom! Fleeing and escaping this place I used to call home and I'll build again for in my escape I'll be me I'll be free I'll be whom I once was!
