I’m listening to the pained avoidant screams, muffled by the minds that feel them. Why won’t they hear me? They don’t know I’m there for them…

The people I once called my friends can’t hear me when I say I’m listening. They won’t feel me on the other side of the mirror. Is it possible that I can’t feel myself there? I miss them.

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Runaway

All I want is one good runaway
Take me home and make me want to stay
It’s in your arms
And in your eyes
My reflection is your prize
So take me home
Or take my life away

I’ll ditch the rust
To spite my trouble
I’ll throw the dice
I’ll make them dance
Kick off my boots
I’ll walk the gravel
We’re getting dirty
Let’s take a chance

Runaway
Where you from
Recognize what you’ll become

Runaway
If you knew
Would you still have none to lose

The night is young and beautiful
You can’t control me after all
So let me have a little in your eyes