Runaway

Every time I hear it,
I think i'm in a pit.
Every time they say me,
I think I got to flee.
I imagine what it's like to runaway,
And say goodbye in a way,
That no one understands,
For me, I'm in a quicksand.
They see me and say,
That I'm gonna runaway.
I tell 'em no,
But they say so.
So give them what they want,

And runaway.