There's no where to run,
To hide from your horrors,
Your sorrows,
Your nightmare.
No,
Don't stop running,
Don't ever look back.
For what you might see,
May haunt you shit.
Don't cry to your mummy,
She can't even help herself.
Don't cry to your daddy,
He's at the corner with a strap jacket.
Obviously can't help you.
You have stand on your own two feet.
Fight whatever you want,
Whenever you want.
There's no going back,
No other ways to go,
Not home,
It's the first place they'll find you,
And put you in a strap jacket like dear, old daddy.
Don't hide
But run
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