Can't run away
when your picture's on the front page.
It never really ever matters what you did, it's all in what they want you to perceive, so since you don't believe me...
gone away, gone away, gone away.
I'm a martyr, for you happiness,
take what you can with no regrets.
Facts and lies blend into one who cares of the damage done, when the end result is, "you'll get ahead"
I'm gone away.
All I ever wanted, was to help somebody out.