| D# | |
| I've got my | things packed |
| My favorite pillow |
| Cm | |
| Got my slee | ping bag |
| Climb out the window |
| D# | |
| All the pic | tures and pain |
| I left behind |
| Cm | |
| All the fre | edom and fame |
| I've gotta find |
| F | |
| And I w | onder |
| A# | D# | Cm | |
| How long it'll t | ake them to notice that I'm g | one |
| F | |
| And I w | onder |
| A# | |
| How far it'll t | ake me |
| Cm | A# | |
| To run a | way |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Cm | G# | |
| Run a | way |
| This life makes no sense to me |
| Cm | A# | |
| Run a | way |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Cm | G# | |
| Run a | way |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Cm | A# | |
| I was just trying to be mys | elf |
| Cm | |
| Have it your way I'll meet you in | hell |
| G# | Cm | |
| It's all these secr | ets that I shouldn't tell I'v | e got to run away |
| A# | |
| It's hypocritical of y | ou |
| Cm | |
| Do as you say not as you | do |
| G# | |
| I'll never be your perfect | girl |
| Cm | |
| I've got to run | away |
| D# | |
| I'm too y | oung to be |
| Taken seriously |
| Cm | |
| But I'm too | old to believe |
| All this hypocrisy |
| F | |
| And I w | onder |
| A# | D# | Cm | |
| How long it'll | take them to see my bed is | made |
| F | A# | |
| And I | wonder |
| If I was a mistake |
| Cm | A# | |
| I might have nowhere left to g | o |
| Cm | |
| But I know that I cannot go hom | e |
| G# | |
| These words are strapped inside my hea | d |
| Cm | |
| Tell me to run before I'm de | ad |
| A# | |
| Chase the rainbows in my mi | nd |
| Cm | |
| And I will try to stay ali | ve |
| G# | |
| Maybe the world will know one | day |
| Why won't you help me |
| Cm | A# | |
| run a | way |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Cm | G# | |
| Run a | way |
| This life makes no sense to me |
| Cm | |
| Run a | way |
| G | |
| I could sing for change |
| On a Paris street |
| Cm | |
| Be a red light dancer |
| In New Orleans |
| G | |
| I could start again |
| To the family |
| Cm | |
| I could change my name |
| Come and go as I please |
| G# | G | |
| In the de | ad of night |
| Cm | A# | A | |
| You'll | wonder w | here I've | gone |
| G#5 | G5 | |
| Wasn't it you |
| G#5 | |
| Wasn't it you |
| G5 | Cm | |
| Wasn't it yo | u that made me run a | way |
| A# | |
| I was just trying to be my | self |
| Cm | |
| Have it your way I'll meet you in | hell |
| G# | Cm | |
| All these secrets that I s | houldn't tell I've got to run a | way |
| A# | |
| It's hypocritical of | you |
| Cm | |
| Do as you say not as you | do |
| G# | |
| Never be your perfect g | irl |
| Cm | A# | |
| I've got to run a | way |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Cm | G# | |
| Run a | way |
| This life makes no sense to me |
| Cm | A# | |
| Run a | way |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Cm | G# | |
| Run a | way |
| D# | |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| This life makes no sense to me |
| It don't make no sense to me |
| It don't make any sense to me |
| Life don't make any sense to me |