I'm thinking of flying away – away from the buzz, away from the noise.

I'm thinking that when I land, I'll run as fast as my feet can carry me.

I'm thinking that I'll go any direction but closer to you, closer to pain.

I'm thinking that if I ever stop, I'll fall down on my knees and scream.

I'm thinking that when I scream…no one will care, no one will listen.

I'm thinking that's no much different than my life right now.

I'm thinking, maybe I'll just stay put for the time being.