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inside the mind of a hopeless runaway
I'm a bit of a hopeless runaway but when you run for so long eventually there's no place left to leave. I keep it brief and chase relief.

like a river i try to run free and let the current guide me. now and then I'm spaced out but the shadow always lingers. If im a river then it went dry i ask where all the rain water went.

maybe it became a waterfall an formed tears for the eyes of the mountains that are my mind I welcome you to my reality where nothing really matters here.

theres black skies gathered here by a misfits broken lies,theres no friends in this place but there's women in red that always seem to drink there way into my bed.

The streets are lined in filth if only we wanted one another like a junkie loves there high.
I must insist you don't touch anything in this place even cigarettes are laced,
with her red lipstick stains.


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