What am I running from? There's nothing keeping me here, so I'm always running away. And I keep running afraid of what I might find. There's miles ahead but my regrets are far behind. When you live for yourself all alone, nothing is easy on anyone else at all. Ten more hours alone, will I ever find my way back home? it's so much safer far away. I'm afraid of coming back to another empty feeling, after disappearing. And still nothing's changed. When you live for yourself all alone, nothing is easy on anyone else at all. And I keep running, scared of what I'll find, and I keep running, my regrets are far behind.