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Feb 2012
Why am I angry, why am I depressed
Why am I like this, why am I such a mess
The ones that care I know they're always there
Yet every time I go home, I feel like I'm alone
I don't understand what is happening
I dont even know I just don't want to sit here and feel the sting
I wanna leave so badly, the voices tell me to
But no one else can hear them, not even you
You don't understand and probably never will
But if I'd never found you I'd would have been killed
I want you to hold me, I'm asking you please
Just make the voices silent so maybe I can sprint
I'll sprint to freedom, I'll sprint to happiness
I'll never stop running til I finally get to you
So hold me now close, and tell me to shh and never let go even when I push
I want to say sorry for being such a pain
But I know you, you'll stop me and tell me I'm insane.
Written by
Alex Harrington
600
   --- and Michael Gillen
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