Midnight Fugitive
Open the window, and there's nothing but hopless things out there
In a city like this, everyone loses their places
I'm going to escape, right this minute
Being just my unvarshied self
I can't even breathe
and I'm fighting back the tears
Under the mantle of darkness, unnecessary emotions
I'll keep them hidden away, it's convenient
I'll keep my real name a secret
Even I won't be able to catch myself
In a narrow prison, madness is forced inside me
If I ever shown light, then I crouch without hesitation
I continue to run, weaving my way through the darkness, As if never letting myself be illuminated by the morning sun again
I have no where to return to now so, I'll just continue forward
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