we all run from things in are life,
some spit in the faces of the weak,
when in truth there weaker then the weak,
some run from the light,
scared they might lose it,
what is it the you run from?
i know i run from love?
why do we run from the things we want the most?
are we scared?
confussed?
or is it that we fell safe in the lies we built,
maybe we push away what we wanted most because it has made us tired,
they'll be a day when we all stop running,
still we all seem to run in are own diffrent way. |
