Here i sit with my bag packed
Wishing there was another way
But know there isn't,
Hoping that one day people will understand why i did what i did
Knowing for a fact that my mother nor my father
Will be coming to look for me
Because they have both stated
That they wished i would just get out of their lives
Well mother and father
You got what you wanted
I'm running away
Now don't be sad because I'm doing you a favor
Theres just one less child that you have to worry about
Don't bother trying to get me back
Because i know for a fact
You both hate me
