Tell your friends running through the street like a freak off the leash we'll end you up with a one way ticket straight to the pen Where the guards will take the shape of you and turn it inside out

you'll come out so Twisted you won't even know where you end or where you begin

So Runaway with me to the planet of sanity so you won't be locked away behind bars like a dog in a cage. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale