Running
The Weekend Transit
GENRE
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
Making way for the closure
Comfort is fleeting
My mind is running in circles
From all of the spinning
Breathe animosity
And speak only partly
Disclose what has never been told
Disclosing what we are
Hold on with bitter hearts
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
Under the minds of stone
Carving reasons
What’s told but never shown
We bend and fall
When tired eyes become compromised
Wondering blindly from the light
Taking each step
Counting what’s left
Digging holes for fools gold
Hold on with bitter hearts
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
Fools gold can’t take us anywhere
These words are reasons we are here
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
Making way for the closure
Comfort is fleeting
My mind is running in circles
From all of the spinning
Breathe animosity
And speak only partly
Disclose what has never been told
Disclosing what we are
Hold on with bitter hearts
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
Under the minds of stone
Carving reasons
What’s told but never shown
We bend and fall
When tired eyes become compromised
Wondering blindly from the light
Taking each step
Counting what’s left
Digging holes for fools gold
Hold on with bitter hearts
We run just to hurt alone
Maybe I deserve what I can’t see
Fools gold can’t take us anywhere
These words are reasons we are here
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