Monotony At It's Finest

Run! Run! Follow me.
You're the damsel in distress.
So, come! Come! Faster, please.
We've got to get away from this mess.

Amongst the memories and special places,
The hometown and friendly faces.
We'll find happiness with new replacements.
Starting a clean slate with no erases.

I want not an ounce of doubt in your mind,
As I reach for your hand.
For the puppet master has us confined
By strings only fit for a marionette.

Because this love needs two,
And these strings need four hands to break.
And while we tug with equal strength,
Our two hearts will awake.