BOLD: Lyrics
Small: present
Italics: Memories
"Now, I need to pack small. Nothing to big." Dahlia said to her self as she pack her bags, today was the last straw.
"Your staying Dahlia and that's final" Dahlia's forester father yelled at her
As Dahlia threw her last bag over the balcony she started to sing.
I've got my things packed, my favorite pillow
Got my sleeping bag, climb out the window
All the pictures and pain, I've left behind
All the freedom and fame, I've gotta find
Dahlia climbed over the railing she lent forward, rising her head up towards the night sky, there was a full moon tonight. A single tear rolled down her cheek, she bowed her head.
And I wonder, how long it will take them
To notice that I'm gone
And I wonder, how far it'll take me
Dahlia pulled herself together and let go of the railing, landing roughly on the concrete.
Dahlia had a flashback to the first time she walked up the concrete path.
"This is your new home miss…err?" the foster supervisor said to Dahlia.
"Dahlia, my name is Dahlia" Dahlia said in an annoyed tone. 'I'm not gonna like this place' she said under her breath.
To run away, it don't make any sense to me
Run away, this life makes no sense to me
Run away, it don't make any sense to me
Run away, it don't make any sense to me
I was just trying to be myself, have it your way, I'll meet you in hell
It's all these secrets that I shouldn't tell, I've got to run away
It's hypocritical of you, do as you say not as you do
I'll never be your perfect girl, I've got to run away
"Get out" Dahlia's foster mother said, whacking Dahlia across the face, knocking her to the ground.
"Gladly" Dahlia spat back at that bitch of a woman. The foster mother turned around, Dahlia hit the woman from behind and ran out of the door.
Well, I'm too young to be taken seriously
But I'm too old to believe all this hypocrisy
And I wonder, how long it will take them to see my bed is made
And I wonder
If I was a mistake, I might have nowhere left to go
But I know that I cannot go home
These words are strapped inside my head
Tell me to run before I'm dead
Chase the rainbows in my mind
And I will try to stay alive
Maybe the world will know one day
Why won't you help me run away
It don't make any sense to me, run away
This life makes no sense to me, run away
Picking up her bags, flinging them over her shoulders. She was going home, her real home Porto Angel. Dahlia started do walk down along path.
I could sing for change on a Paris street
Be a red light dancer in New Orleans
I could start again to the family
I could change my name, come and go as I please
In the dead of night
You'll wonder where I've gone
Wasn't it you, wasn't it you
Wasn't it you that made me run away
I was just trying to be myself, have it your way I'll meet you in hell
All these secrets that I shouldn't tell, I've got to run away
Hypocritical of you, do as you say not as you do
Never be your perfect girl, I've got to run away
It don't make any sense to me, run away
This life makes no sense to me, run away
It don't make any sense to me, run away
It don't make any sense to me
This life makes no sense to me
It don't make any sense to me
It don't make any sense to me
Life don't make any sense to me
Hours later Dahlia was at the border of Porto Angel, 'home at last' she said to her self. 'I am no longer a RUNAWAY' She yelled.