How can I get away from this
Whatever this may be
It won't stop hunting me down
No matter how I struggle not to be the prey, or perhaps, this is how should I be?
The meal? The prey for those everlasting emotions?
Or should I reach higher, for the sky, for the space, just to get away
The circle of life and death continues, being unable to stop
The question is, who's gonna die? The hunters? Or the hunted? I shall never know.
All I know, is that I have to do something soon
Or nor even the sky nor the space shall grant me peace.
Help? Should I seek it? Is it really worth it? What's the point when you can't help yourself
Oh right, you wanna feel loved, you wanna feel relieved...
That maybe someone, somewhere, gets you, understands you, tries to help you
But what if all that leaves you again?
Again, again and again, the circle won't stop, it wants you, it needs you, you can't get away.
Embrace it? Coexist with it? You wonder if that's the answer, cuz that's clearly not
All that will consume you, devour you, and then what?
Another puppet without a heart nor soul in this existential plane?
We got enough of that, no more need for it, and still, they keep coming
They keep appearing, are you one of them? Shall I decide that for you, or shall you decide for yourself?
Maybe some will help you, maybe some will hurt you, but these are your feet, your arms, get a grip, fight, but at the same time stay still, cuz the hunters are watching... waiting...for you....
