The Running
I wish I was better at running
I have a tendency of walking
Into coffins
Into graveyards I was never meant to tend
The moment I feel most alone is the easiest to say no
Not knowing no one knows
Because somewhere in my heart I always prayed they’d know
- someone would know and save me
But no one saves walking bridesmaids
- made herself into a corpse
Chasers only chase the running
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