While I'm still here
screaming,
"someone save me from myself".
As I keep on run-run-running
a blood-red black.
Race-line, to the finish.
To hallways that need sounds.
In homes.
That you have had
to have been in at least,
once before.
Till, the next time.
I'm be swimmin'
until I can lie
about this,
no more.
But I think.
That the last line,
will
hurt
the most.
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Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 1:33 PM UTC
While I'm still here
screaming,
"someone save me from myself".
As I keep on run-run-running
a blood-red black.
Race-line, to the finish.
To hallways that need sounds.
In homes.
That you have had
to have been in at least,
once before.
Till, the next time.
I'm be swimmin'
until I can lie
about this,
no more.
But I think.
That the last line,
will
hurt
the most.
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