Runaway Runaway

I wanna runaway, runaway

Little time left to runaway

Every time I get somewhere

I wanna runaway, runaway

I feel like I'm losing control.

Maybe I should let myself go

Because this is so predictable.

Is there something that I'm missing?

My walls are caving in

I can't hear what you are saying

I'm afraid of giving in.

You say you need me

We're running out of time

I guess I fear the fear of consequence

You say you'll leave me

But you'll be sorry.

You are making me uneasy

You make me want to scream

I wish I was a dumb pop star

So the words wouldn't matter to you.

Eager words are making me an awful mess.