Do you remember what you wanted to be? Do you remember how you use to feel? Now you're pushed and shoved and made to fit the mould Like a rounded peg, you're forced in a square hole Run away now, Anastasia And don't regret a thing Run away now, Anastasia You won't regret a thing We use to talk about the consequences of love And you use to move without surrender between the creaky bows Where innocence is swept into the cold You're a rounded peg but you're forced in square hole Run away now, Anastasia And don't regret a thing Run away now, Anastasia You won't regret a thing Ask yourself, is this what you wanted? Ask yourself, is this what you want? Leave it all and go...