Dec 2015
As I run through these empty streets
My face hastily heats
There is the past to out run
Which has fired from a gun
A bullet piercing the air
And misses me by a hair
But it reels back
With another pac
And will never stop firing
Until it hears my last breath expiring
My face hastily heats
There is the past to out run
Which has fired from a gun
A bullet piercing the air
And misses me by a hair
But it reels back
With another pac
And will never stop firing
Until it hears my last breath expiring
I just feel like the past is haunting me, and no matter where I go or how hard I try to escape it, it will not leave me be. It will destroy me in the end, I will destroy me in the end.
