Don't lie and say that it's OK. It's alright if there's nothing more to say. So I'm running away. I'm leaving this place. Yeah, I'm running away. I'm running away.
Don't tell me I'm the one to blame. It's too late for you to make me stay. No, I won't stay. So I'm running away. I'm leaving this place. Yeah, I'm running away. I'm running away.
And faster than you can follow me from this lonely place. And farther than you can find me, I'm leaving Yeah I'm leaving today. And I, I'll never let you find me. I'm leaving you behind with the past No, I won't look back. And I don't want to hear your reasons. Don't want to hear you tell me why I should stay.
And try, and try to understand me And try to understand what I say when I say I can't stay I, I'm moving on from this place I'm leaving and I won't quit running away.
É sempre em cima dos meus saltos altos que olho para o mundo. Se nem sempre as coisas são à minha maneira, se nem sempre vejo o que quero, ao menos que esteja mais alta. Tento olhar altiva, com uma postura hiper-feminina. O som dos saltos enquanto caminho obrigam o mundo a olhar para mim e a rodar a cabeça enquanto passo... Mas de saltos altos também é mais fácil cair...