Runaway

What am I supposed to do to get by? Did I lose everything I need to survive? 'Cause at 4am, when the sweat sets in, did you get my message? Did it send? Or did you just get on with your life? I'm taking time to think and I don't think it's fair for us to turn around and say goodbye, I have this feeling when I finally find the words to say, but I can't tell you if you turn around and run away, run away