Time to run away;
Yes its time to run away.
Im 8 years old; Pain I know,
This box unfolds
The rain and sky
This paint is like a sticky blood,
I feel it on my hands and in my heart,
On my clothes,
It clings to me and pulls me down,
As I run home through
The grey streets in a burning town,
The strangers hands they close my eyes,
As I paint for you my last good-bye.
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