Run, run, runaway...

A cry in the night a lie is told.
When ever your through he'll tell you your to old.
Youth at a end age you'll never comprehend.

Life unfair.
all way has all ways will be.
You can do nothing but stair.
Will be could be seeing nothing but that innocent glare.

Young minds corrupt.
Twisted and turned.
Stuck in the rut.
Could be more...

You reach for more.
But he holds what is in store.

Could be would be
Make this worth more...

Run run run
Fight for your escape.
You make it out with nothing but a scrape.

Your OK... you will live.