Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Good night, Always on the Run.

Harder to hold on as the warm sets in,
I feel so cold it's like i have never been.
Watchin the stars from my bed through the celling,
Hard as I try I cant shake this feeling.
Im slippin low at a fast rate, head past melted.
Dont know were to go to find release,
So i steal good times just a lonely thief.
Victim is as victim done,
Bullys steal the sunlight so I cant grow
Always on the run.
I wish I could let my heart beat once more,
But I know that one beat would be too sore.

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