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[i_run_the_place]

swept away in the wind
soaked to the bone by the rain
its clear he sees no tommorows
but those of tommorow dont seem to care
hopes all but killed by a pesemestic mind
and a life of lies and disrespect he chooses
the flower once perfect
has soaked up the sadness
as the water batters it apart
his words are cheap
and actions indecisive
to afraid to tell the truth
to ashamed to really lie
he loves but cant find a way
to be loved and to be true
to who he is and what he will become
finds a path but no one will follow
so decides to stay put instead
kicks as he drowns
but breathes the water
when hope is lost,
but hope is never lost...
its just hiding
so far away it cant be seen
or heard or smelt or known
only dreamed, only believed
it still feels like im running
it still feels like im running
the cold metal against my neck
the taste of fear
the lifeless eyes