Life has become
A game of running from the past
My demons are my traumas
Always catching up so fast
Used to drown them gently
Burning liquid in my veins
Together we'd indulge ourselves
And dance without our chains
I made a promise to you back then
Before you grew your glorious wings
A promise to try to heal inside
And let go of unimportant things
My life has become
A game of running from the past
Because that's how I feel okay finally
It's the only way I'll last
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Life has become
A game of running from the past
My demons are my traumas
Always catching up so fast
Used to drown them gently
Burning liquid in my veins
Together we'd indulge ourselves
And dance without our chains
I made a promise to you back then
Before you grew your glorious wings
A promise to try to heal inside
And let go of unimportant things
My life has become
A game of running from the past
Because that's how I feel okay finally
It's the only way I'll last
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