Run away from me, fella..
Tuck away to a corner, or a groove
I’ll still find you right there,
Just to shackle your every move
Will I die within an instant,
Or will it **** me slow,
Everyone’s still stuck at a question
What will it be? A Yes or a No?
‘FEAR’ is what they call me!
I have stopped to be a feeling,
What remains at the core though is just the ambiguity,
I’ve already lost my meaning.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
Run away from me, fella..
Tuck away to a corner, or a groove
I’ll still find you right there,
Just to shackle your every move
Will I die within an instant,
Or will it **** me slow,
Everyone’s still stuck at a question
What will it be? A Yes or a No?
‘FEAR’ is what they call me!
I have stopped to be a feeling,
What remains at the core though is just the ambiguity,
I’ve already lost my meaning.
