*Author's Note: This was actually a song I wrote in the shower... Don't lie to yourself. Everybody does it.*
Gotta run, gotta run.
We don't know where we're going. No.
Hazing lights are fading as we come.
Knowing where we are going is done.
Gotta run, gotta run.
We don't know where we're going. No.
Get ready to leave them all behind, get ready to watch them as they die.
One by one, two by two,
they won't stop till they're next to you.
Gotta run, gotta run.
We don't know where we're going. No.
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A Poet's Scripts
PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by a number of topics! Enjoy!
