Runaway

Perhaps it's the reason that I can't stay? Perhaps I'll find out what that is one day? Social interaction and conformity Sound like pretty stupid traits to want especially to me I can't be tied down, I can't fit in the crowd I can't live the life that supposes a life onto me Be who you are, be what you want to be? Except when that veers outside the bounds of what you got to be I'll keep one eye on the now and one eye on the move I'll keep looking behind so I know I won't lose Always be prepared, always be semi-scared Knowing life is not what it should or could be A restless mind not trying find the path of certainty A cold soul that extracts itself from what people want it to be Stand in the shallows and watch as they fall into the deep Sociopathic tendencies fester deep inside the core of me When life is good let it flow, let your mind feel free See the blade of fate, the sharp edge of destiny Turn the knife to ensure what you feel is so real Trapped mind, trapped soul, escape and be free Runaway, runaway, run far away from this thing you should be.