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.

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