I run free of your grip, the grip of your heart. I run far, far away from you, you follow me and try to catch me with your angel looks, and your soft touch. But you’ll never get to me to go back to you, never! I won’t be a part of you; I don’t want anything to do with you. You abused me, not physically, but emotionally. I remember the nights that I’d spent crying, the days that I spent wishing I could run away from you. Every time I tried to run, you looked at me with your big, brown eyes, and touched my arm with your gentle, soft touch, and pulled me back in. But this time I was strong, I was strong enough to run away from you, I was quick enough to avoid your gentle, soft touch.
And now, you run after me with that touch and your look, but I won’t let you catch me. I’m going to keep on running.
No matter what you do, you’re not going to catch me.