If the moment came down to it
Run away, Runaway.
Never feeling won't stop the pain
It's catching up, catching up.
Slam the door, mouth can't stay shut.
Snuff out, sources repay. While memories replay. Sit in sickness relay every cycle, every frame. Won't it hurt to find the way? Say there's a reason for all this pain.
How can the enemy see through a skinny plee? Well, it's the enemies crafted scheme. Golden hearted coin traded love for certainty. Because love isn't it a mystery. No, stop with the tease, no more sucking blood. Let tears flow, wash away fake trust. Arm taken twisted, feel a rush. So frustrating must be a reason for this lust. It's the signal of a soul searching. No map. All Dust.