The days move on as you have done.
You spoke so often of leaving, I had to have you gone.
Run little man, run away again.
It's what you know. That's a lifestyle? That's not a life.
Run little man, run to your teepee.
On the road to ruin... never again to see me.
I thought I was your friend. I was never your foe.
I loved you so dearly, you will never know.
Really your loss, you will someday discover - I was your friend truly, you'll never find another - Like me.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
The days move on as you have done.
You spoke so often of leaving, I had to have you gone.
Run little man, run away again.
It's what you know. That's a lifestyle? That's not a life.
Run little man, run to your teepee.
On the road to ruin... never again to see me.
I thought I was your friend. I was never your foe.
I loved you so dearly, you will never know.
Really your loss, you will someday discover - I was your friend truly, you'll never find another - Like me.
