Faster, faster says your voice,
Faster, faster its not your choice,
Running, running away from here,
Running, running away from my fear,
Passing, houses their not the same,
Passing, people they shoot at me like game,
Pacing, wounded I stop and hang my head in shame,
Hearing, voices they look at me,
Hearing, voices I start again,
Hearing, voices turn my head,
Running, running the people that were following me are now dead,
Treading, treading I come to a stop,
Waiting, waiting for me to grow up.
2007-09-03
16:54:29
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