run little baby girl, let the wind and the sirens comfort you as you go, run as fast as you can, get as far away as you can
it's okay, it's not like the others will ever understand
you've pulled this before, it's a system you see, breaking all the rules, and you're finally free
it's a paradox, you know, the way you live your life
you run to escape the pain, and always return looking like you've been stabbed by a knife
you left after convincing them everything was okay, they had no idea why it ended this way.
but don't dare think about, continue your journey little baby girl
on a hunt for a little elation through just a couple inhalations
one leads to another where hit that becomes snort this, and might as well pop one or two as well.
close your vulnerable little eyes, try not to forget, you're in disguise
and the pain sets in, trying to make it through, but he thinks he owns you
out on a street, with nothing more than hope, but in an instant it's gone, you had cut the rope
finally got away from the guys who made you do it their way
back to square one, but now you found a trigger on the gun
scared of the target, amber stains on the carpet.
three weeks too much, run away from this place, mourning for a caring touch.
return in a breeze, set your soul at ease
scared to tell your story, but do anyways with lots of worry:
"tell me", they cry, "what's it like to be so strong?" "I'll tell you", I whisper, "what it's like to act like nothing's wrong"