Run, run,
they want you dead,
that's the only way to silence,
the voices in your head.
Run, run,
get far away,
you'll only hurt yourself more,
if you force yourself to stay.
Run, run,
the thoughts take control,
the demons rule your mind,
and leave a gaping hole.
Run, run,
you're almost out of time,
you're losing your grip on yourself,
and everything is dulling your shine.
Run, run,
you're almost there,
just a few more steps,
and everything would be fair.
Run, run,
they would never expect,
the nice shy girl in the back of the room,
actually wasn't perfect.
Run, run,
and now you're story is done,
they tried to reach you,
but you already fired the gun.
A/N: Yay I updated! Honestly these last few weeks have been Hell, I'm just hoping Florida can cheer me up next week...
My softball coach tells me she wants to get me to speak more, but that probably won't happen. I will talk on field if I have to but any other time, it's not happening. Whenever I speak I screw things up, and I'm super shy. Why can't I just be quiet?
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