The Runaway

I'm leaving home,
I'm on my way.
I can't stay here,
Another day.

I'm on my way,
I'm out the door,
I can't remain here,
Anymore.

Be assured,
That i'll be fine.
I can handle,
This life of mine.

I'll get a job,
And make some money.
You may think,
That this is funny.

This is no joke,
It's the real thing.
Tears to your eyes,
My leaving may bring

You may get hurt,
But you'll move on.
You'll soon forget,
That I am gone.