Open field
I run
And I glide
But in this open field, theres no where to hide
My problems always seem to find me
They freeze my feet
These problems that I have
Are all in my head
Cuase these harmful words
Have never been said
Yet I believe them to be true
And it pulls me farther away from you
Even though I know these words are fake
They are hard for me to take
So once again I keep running
Trying to hide
But they keep on coming
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