Sunday, November 15, 2009

run...

its quiet but my thoughts are way too loud
i’m tired but the colors won’t fade out
i’m trying
i’m fighting
i wish I could run
so far so far
before I come undone
before I slip away
i wish I could escape

twisted
tied up like a ball of string
so tired
to keep me from unraveling
i need to forget
i’m over it
i wish that I could run
so far so far
before I come undone
before I slip away
i wish I could escape

i wonder if I might
find a place where I fit
a place where I can dream
a place where I can breathe
i wish that I could run
so far so far
before I come undone
before I slip away
i wish I could escape

its quiet
but my thoughts are way to loud
i’m tired but the colors won’t fade out


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