Anger punches me fiercely in the gut,
as I realise just how much evil is always...

My heart had nothing left to give or sell,
but still you insisted...

This life was not my choice,
constantly rising and falling...

My doubts may be rising
as you approach closer...

Sometimes when I am trapped in my own thoughts,
I forget to remember what keeps me...

I never planned on leaving this world
until I was old and grey...

I still remember that girl on the run,
who simply strayed between trust and fear...

Spinning on the roundabout
faster and faster...

If only I could turn back time
I'd run right back to you...

I survived hell
in a world that can't stop...

Old Rusty steam train chugging along the rail,
passing the routine scenery that his windows...

I ran from the noise
of you slamming the door behind you...