I always end up running away,
no matter what the situation I just can't stay...

But what if you don't like what you see?
What if you don't like the real me...

You shout through me, you fight through me;
You make me cry in pain...

When I grow up and I get old,
All my children will be told...

So sick of crying
So sick of hurting...

Best friends?
What best friends...

Life's a journey,
Life's a train...