Runaway
Every day, I’m fighting another war.
All I want is to run —
down some wild, endless road.
No one truly understands my life,
yet there’s a voice inside my head
whispering, Run.
Just run.
No one can ever know where you are,
and no one will ever save you from this.
You’re always alone,
wandering through the darkness of your own path.
I just want to run from myself,
to a place where fear doesn’t exist.
I want to stay a runaway —
escaping pain,
hoping that somewhere
love is waiting for me.
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