The Chase
Spinning around
In a world of irritation
Running but I can't win
It's my heart that I'm racing
Raising the white flag
Dammit I surrender
Why I live this chaotic life
I cannot remember
Black blood flows through me
Like ink in a pen
Flowing slowly
Waiting for this nightmare to end
Wake me when it's over
I'm running for cover
But no matter where I run
It seems those black clouds still hover
2/28/2011
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