Inhale.
I start running.The dirt under my feet moves fast.
Running from my dark and horrible past.
How come the sun is moving so slow?
My parents pretend they don't really know
They know my life
They know why I can not be his wife
God, is it catching up?I hope not.
Oh No, I'm just about to stop
OK.Get it together.I have to face it it's now or never
I turn around to clearly see,
I was running from nothing.It was only me.
Exhale.

 
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