He’s lost in the beauty brought from the night
Says it’s a gift from the moon that disappears in the light
He’s wild at heart
And his mind is a storm
He rages through life
Hell bent for more
Born to resist
And hungry for life
He gets caught between the wrong and right
His intentions are gold
But he dares to be bold
He’s a rebel in disguise
Or so he’s been told
He does what most wont to feel alive
Anything to make his heart beat out of time
He writes your name on the soles of his feet
And he runs
He runs
Until they bleed
Away from the light
Far from what’s real
He runs
He runs
Until they bleed
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
He’s lost in the beauty brought from the night
Says it’s a gift from the moon that disappears in the light
He’s wild at heart
And his mind is a storm
He rages through life
Hell bent for more
Born to resist
And hungry for life
He gets caught between the wrong and right
His intentions are gold
But he dares to be bold
He’s a rebel in disguise
Or so he’s been told
He does what most wont to feel alive
Anything to make his heart beat out of time
He writes your name on the soles of his feet
And he runs
He runs
Until they bleed
Away from the light
Far from what’s real
He runs
He runs
Until they bleed
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