Running Away to Paradise

Why does the world seem to be so wrong?
Where are the answers to it all?
The nights are cruel, and the days are long.
Wondering when you’ll stop your fall.
And you say,
“I want to run away to paradise.
No pain, no hurt, nothing to agonize.
I want to run away to paradise.
Will you come with me tonight?”

Is it wrong to want to run away?
Can you just leave it all behind?
Is there any worth in trying to stay?
These thoughts are drowning out my mind.
And I say,
“I want to run away to paradise.
No pain, no hurt, nothing to agonize.
I want to run away to paradise.
Will you come with me tonight?”