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Oct 2009
My legs have there own mind at this point;
From my hips to my knees really every joint;
Gone and i cant even stop;
Even if i wanted to I'm not;
Yes I'm tired, but not because I'm running;
Its the lies, the haters, and those who don't really want nothing;
For i have tried this love thing one to many times;
And in return i have been hurt time after time;
Head straight one foot after the other;
I'm covering my tracks there will not be another;
I refuse to go through the same thing all over again;
you know the one minute they love you and then its lets be friends;
Crazy maybe i am;
Or could it be i met to many who just didn't give a ****;
Fill your head up with so many dreams;
Of a better life, love, kids, school, marriage so many things
And when they got you those dreams begin to fade;
Followed by your tears, there excuse and the I'm sorry but we need to separate;
No looking back for me , NOPE i can say never;
I keep telling myself that and day by day it sounds more clever;
Don't tell me you love me because i don't care;
I guess you can say I'm running scared;
But after you been hurt so many times you no longer trust;
And you learn the difference of love and lust;
I'm passing trees like lightening in the sky;
Running as if some one behind me is trying to take my life;
When i say I'm running scared it is not literally;
I am not in a marathon trying to get to the next street;
My heart is blocked love i now run from;
I'm more protected then a bullet proof vest and you are holding a love gun;
that four letter word in my heart is not there;
Y well because with love I'm running scared
Softly spoken
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Softly spoken
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     D Conors and Anne Cameron
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