• I love the way my hightops hit the concrete,
    As I run as fast as I can,
    Away from you,
    How did I get here?
    What did I do?
    And how do I get away from you?
    Iron bars and a stone cold cell,
    That is my current idea of hell,
    Please let me go,
    Don't make me stay,
    But that's what I get for running away.