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Soaking wet and all alone
Here I am
Running away from home

Running away
From a torn and broken family
Running away
From everything, anything, me

Soaking wet and all alone
I guess this is it
Should I go back home?

Go back to a life
Of hurt and despair
Return to a hell
Where no one would care

Soaking wet and all alone
I guess this is it
I have to go home

Sirens are ringing
My phone is vibrating
Angels are singing
My death must be coming

Lights are flashing
Now I'm running
Too bad though
They've caught me

"Little girl you were declared missing
We must take your back
Hey are you listening?"

No I'm not
I'm not getting caught
I'm running to be free
From my family, from me

Soaking wet and all alone
This is it
I'm not going back home

Tripped and fell
Blood's dripping down my face
Heaven or hell?
Which is my place?

Soaking wet and all alone
This is it
I can't go home