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It's like #2 to 'The Runner'.
These tears are the only perspiration I taste.
I'm running like hell,
No intention to look behind me,
My family and friends,
If you miss me, come find me,
Because I'm not going to wait for you,
I refuse to stop.
They claim I remind them of someone,
as if our lives were swapped.
I seem to ponder on this mysterious twin,
They claim him as competition,
But I disallow him to win.
It's hard to leave my loved ones...
So far in the past,
But someone started this race
and I cannot finish last.
Theres dreams of a finish line,
And a man with a frown,
screaming nuns and bleeding clowns.
Running shoes with no filling,
Sobs and sirens,
It approches as a killing.
As if I lost a battle,
I knew I could never keep.
Finding glory roads but taking broken streets.
After awaking my nightmares
within cold sweats,
I am fully alarmed and intuned with this threat.
I take off my shoes that were solemnly filled,
And return to a broken life I'm soon to rebuild.