She runs to mummy when she comes over funny. And she really isn't bothered at all. She never hurt me really, maybe she's worth it. But it's rapidly becoming a bore.
I tell you that it makes me feel so happy. When I'm back here somedays slow some speedy. Now I'm on the go again - never letting go again. Will you then.
Riding on a high, riding so high now I'm leaving. Am I running far from my own fears. I'm never facing up, I never face up to the reasons. And never showing any of my tears.