Pack my bags and I head for the door,
If I dont leave know I'll fall to the floor,
Everything's falling apart,
I cant go on anymore I dont have the heart.
Im running away,
In the hope that my life will stop going astray,
I wonder who will miss me
Will they be able to go on without me?
Iv got my little grey hoody and my favourite pillow,
Where am I going though?
I could go to the old mill
But I dont want anyone to know where I am, so I dont think I will.
So now Im gone,
To chase the stars
I hope they dont find me, for hours.
