Consider this an open letter
Of why I picked up and left
I want something better
Than doing what others said
I just want a choice
In what I’m doing with my life
I don’t really see the point
Of never having the power to decide

I don’t know what I want out of life exactly
But I know I’d like to be happy
Because I haven’t tasted that in a while
Don’t know where I’m headed or how to get there
I know I’m getting the hell out of here
A few hundred miles
Cause there’s a past I’d die to escape
And meet a new fate
Maybe there I could catch a break
So I’m running, running away

The past is already etched in ink
Theres no way to change what’s written
I can’t change what people think
About the things I did and didn’t
The future has a clean slate
Waiting for me to make up my mind
The life I live will be one that I make
And will heal my heart in time

I don’t know what I want out of life exactly
But I know I’d like to be happy
Because I haven’t tasted that in a while
Don’t know where I’m headed or how to get there
I know I’m getting the hell out of here
A few hundred miles
Cause there’s a past I’d die to escape
And meet a new fate
Maybe there I could catch a break
So I’m running, running away

I just need a new beginning
Need a fresh start
I just need a new escape
Need to get far, far, far away

I don’t know what I want out of life exactly
But I know I’d like to be happy
Because I haven’t tasted that in a while
Don’t know where I’m headed or how to get there
I know I’m getting the hell out of here
A few hundred miles
Cause there’s a past I’d die to escape
And meet a new fate
Maybe there I could catch a break
So I’m running, running away