I run from my past.
I hide from it all.
I feel I am losing control of what I have left.
Everyone wants to tell me how to run my life.
I wake within these nights lonely and cold.
It's a hard road to be on the streets.
I sometimes go for days without food, then I
go weak.
Why should I go back to get beaten again, to
be black and blue from these hits I took from you.
You hurt me at night when it was dark and the moon
went away.
It went behind the clouds of shame, to
hide from these doomed and hurting nights.
I so long been wanting to leave from you.
I shall never again be beaten.
I will die before your hand strikes me again.
I won't be your love slave anymore, and I won't be
your hitting post.
You have shamed me to long, and I had to deny
from all.
You will be my past like the ghost of these haunting
dreams.
I am gone and so is my past I took from you.
