Milly looked at London, "Why did you want to come with us? Why are you mixing yourself into our problems?"

London sighed, "Milly, I care about you, and I don't want anyone to hurt you, even if it is for a reason."

"I'm feeling that..." Milly stuttered, "This was a bad idea."

"No," London exclaimed, "Are you crazy? They were being mean to you! You're giving them what they deserve."

"Running away doesn't feel right," Milly cried, "Nothing I do feels right!"

"Trust me," London grabbed her hand, wiping her tear, "We'll all run away together."

"Do you know the feeling," Milly smiled, feeling no more tears, "When sometimes you wake up young, And sometimes you wake up old."

"And sometimes you're so in love," London rubbed Milly's face, cracking a tiny smile, "And do you know the feeling when their love comes undone?"

"And I can't figure it out," Milly chuckled, "What something's got me unlock, but you my baby."

"There were some time I put up a fight," London hugged her close, "But when something is right, you know that is right, And I don't wanna think, it's simple to me, you're the one. And baby that's why... And I can't help it, I gotta be where you are."

"Like the sky holding the stars," Milly loosened out of the hug and started to liesurely walk, getting farther away from her parent's camp, "Like the strings on my guitar, I wanna be where you are. Like the sand that's on the beach, Like a model in a magazine, it don't mean a thing, if we're apart."

"I wanna be where you are," London sighed, "Where you are, where you are, and that's it baby, I wanna be where you are, and baby every time you're around, You're the one that always holds me down. And don't even ask for a thing, no. You make a real win, even when things ain't perfect. You're the one that keeps the fire burning, and that's the why, I ain't leaving, and I can't help it, I gotta be where you are, like the sky holding the stars, like the strings on my guitar."

"I wanna be where you are," Milly blushed, grasping onto London's hand, "Like the sand that's on the beach, Like a model in a magazine, It don't mean a thing, if we're apart. I wanna be where you are."

"Where you are, where you are," London started to blush too, "And that's it, baby, I wanna be where you are. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I wanna be with you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Baby, I wanna be with you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah, babe. I gotta be, I gotta be with you, baby, And I can't help it, I gotta be where you are."

"Like the sky holding the stars," Milly replied, "Like the strings on my guitar, I wanna be where you are."

"Like the sand that's on the beach," London chuckled, "Like a model in a magazine, It don't mean a thing if we're apart. I wanna be where you are. Where you, where you are, Said I wanna be where you are."