All I can try to do is run
But running will get me nowhere.
It gets me a load of tired and hunger
Things opposite of what I want
What I want is to run without the fatigue
Runing without fearing what's ahead.
Rushing theadfirst into the new and unforseen.
But I will never know that feeling,
For I am locked in a room
With my arms tied around me
All because I couldn't keep myself in my head
And spilled my insanity everywhere.
If only he hadn't been in my way.
Maybe he'd be alive and I'd still be sane.