You’re lost I can’t find you anywhere I listen for the sound of your foot steps Your breath
Silence Silence
Its getting late I'm perspiring I'm hoping you’ll be strong
Strong like how I am Or maybe how I want to be
But you’re not You know you’re not You probably wouldn’t stand a chance
I run
Hiding in the bushes as the bright lights shine
I’m a crminal, I’m a criminal, I’m a criminal
I hear a rustle Flinch I hear a squeel Frozen muscles Is it you? . . . Im sprinting now Home, home were you’ll be I know it It has to be I’m not worried everything’s fine
I don’t care who sees me now
I'll **** them up
I'm on a mission I've gotta save her I've gotta prove I'm fretting over nothing Which is worse than fretting over something
Stomp stomp creek Warm air Familiar smell No sound