• I was a pretty little girl when I was four
    I always thought about running out the closed door
    I never got what i needed i was so poor
    It was crazy how much pain i had to endure

    I lived life feeling so stuck
    I've always felt so fed up
    So one day i said this was enough

    I packed my stuff and I ran
    i never once thought of a plan
    i just took off running as fast as i can

    As i ran looking back
    i knew this wasn't the right track
    so i cried as i started to unpack

    Even when i was young i wanted to kill myself
    I knew there was no where else
    i just wanted to be myself

    So i sit here thinking where i should go
    I swear the clock is going so slow
    My hope level is really low
    The truth is I will never know