Running i am, but not from you, from me
i loved thee, from my heart, everything you'd be
i am lost but not from now, from then
when i needed a lonely friend
dropping to my knees and beggin u
not to come back, not to get through
i'm bad for you, i'm bad for me
please, please fly free
danger, violence, death
these are the things that take my breath
all i can taste is this, death
all this death the day u left
i only draw the anger and the hate
when i feel bitter, bitter too late
and when can i hold your hand
when can u know who i truly am
u ask me to write love portraits
i just laugh and fall for the bait
truth is i'd never write them for you
because i know u are not true
this poem is not about anyone
it is about me, myself and my gun
oh no, no i will not kill myself
oh no. oh no, my little elf
i'm done ranting, dont know what to write
maybe i should go out and fly a kite
goodbye. goodbye my peers
later we'll go pop some beers
ok i'm done
and lets go have some fun
oh my god i love this rum
this rum this rum, rumma dumb dumb.
Blergh, senseless ranting, i love em!
