Come, run towards me at full speed
To be sure to knock me down.
Take careful notice of your feet;
Leave no prints that could be found.
Ignore the mess that you will leave,
As my crash won't make a sound.
Don't bother to think twice of me
While i chew on bits of ground.

Come at me with your grey feelings.
Lie softly in subltle tones.
Manage somehow to surprise me
With ways I should sooner know.
Mr. Predictability -
His concerns are all his own.
Do what's best for your own being;
Some selfish stripes have to show.

Tell me all about honesty,
All the ways that you've been fair.
Tell about how this had to be.
Tell me just how much you care.
Come, tell me anything you please,
Even if the proof's not there,
And I will keep on listening
And depending on a prayer.
 
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