Never, Never


The whistle sounds

My feet are flat on the ground

And I would run away

And never be found

But I can’t

It’s coming for me

And I can’t

I just can’t run away

I can’t stop this

It’s coming for me

and i can’t

I just can’t stop this

My lifeless heart

trampled, worn out, ripped apart

She’s no good anymore

tattered, battered heart

And I can’t

I can’t run away

It’s coming for me

and I can’t

I just can’t run away

My shattered dreams

rotting away

My broken soul

slipping away

Fact murders fiction

No lost boy needs me

I’m without protection

I can’t stop this

Life’s coming for me

and I can’t

I just can’t stop it.

The whistle sounds

My feet are flat on the ground

And I would run away

And never be found

Never, never

Never found.

[Almaty, Kazakhstan]
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