Running form the distant sun
Escaping things that he begun
Should he turn around and see
A future that he knows can't be
Continue on this beaten path
Alone he walks leaving his track
Memories carved in these imprints
The past behind he starts to sprint
Forward on to hope and whim
That someones there meant for him
Looking ahead he sees a cloud
Striving forward through the crowd
The fog uncovers who you are
We fall in love from afar
Things are great he feels alive
Those prints he laid never arise
Then one day you cheat and lie
The cycle repeats he starts to cry
Why would this happen again
Must be bad luck to much for him
Reaching for the loathing door
He sees the path to face once more
He runs from the distant sun
Escaping that thing which he begun
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 4:39 AM UTC
Running form the distant sun
Escaping things that he begun
Should he turn around and see
A future that he knows can't be
Continue on this beaten path
Alone he walks leaving his track
Memories carved in these imprints
The past behind he starts to sprint
Forward on to hope and whim
That someones there meant for him
Looking ahead he sees a cloud
Striving forward through the crowd
The fog uncovers who you are
We fall in love from afar
Things are great he feels alive
Those prints he laid never arise
Then one day you cheat and lie
The cycle repeats he starts to cry
Why would this happen again
Must be bad luck to much for him
Reaching for the loathing door
He sees the path to face once more
He runs from the distant sun
Escaping that thing which he begun
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