Please take me away from these streets of rage. We'll find a quaint cottage in the middle of nowhere, we could be lonely together if only you would ask me. I would look upon this day as a chance to succeed, I would look upon this day as a chance, a reprieve. We could be lonely together if only you would ask me. I thought we didn't need people, I thought we didn't need friends, I thought we didn't need family, I thought we had everything. It looks like I was wrong. You didn't ask me. There's a small part of me that would like to run away and there's a large part of me that doesn't want to stay but it's the unmentioned part of me that always gets its way. So I'm carrying on with familiar routines and I'll carry on screaming and venting my spleen. I hope that it bursts so I can get away from here. The vines around my neck grow tighter with every step I take to my death as if someone it pulling back just to say "don't go just yet".