Okay, so, I don't know if this is going to be lyrics, or just a poem, or what. I just felt like I needed to post something again, because, it's been like, forever. Lol, well, anyways, I wrote this last night, like around midnight. xD It made a lot of sense at the time, and I think it still does make sense, but maybe you won't. Oh well, here it is.
Turn, turn, just keep turning.
No one's there, you're on the run.
Burn, burn, your legs, they're burning.
It's just what happens when you run.
Wheels, wheels, wheels are turning.
Inside your head, thoughts are churning.
Years, years, years you're earning,
A life long sentence of imprisonment.
Burn, burn, your lungs, they're burning,
It's just what happens when you run.
Fame, fame, fame is turning,
Your face is recognized wherever you go,
The deaths of innocents are at their toll.
Hey--it's just what happens when you run.
Turn, turn, just keep turning,
They're there! They're there!
They're on your tail!
They're there! They're there!
And, worse yet, they're armed with guns!
Gears, gears, gears are turning,
Thoughts are churning.
Years you're earning.
Legs and lungs, both are burning.
It's just what happens when you run.
Two paths and one decision,
You draw your weapon, they draw theirs.
A shot rings out, loud and clear...
Your heart is burning, burning, burning.
Well, it's just what happens when you run.
Turn, turn, just keep turning.
No one's there, you're on the run.
Burn, burn, your legs, they're burning.
It's just what happens when you run.
Wheels, wheels, wheels are turning.
Inside your head, thoughts are churning.
Years, years, years you're earning,
A life long sentence of imprisonment.
Burn, burn, your lungs, they're burning,
It's just what happens when you run.
Fame, fame, fame is turning,
Your face is recognized wherever you go,
The deaths of innocents are at their toll.
Hey--it's just what happens when you run.
Turn, turn, just keep turning,
They're there! They're there!
They're on your tail!
They're there! They're there!
And, worse yet, they're armed with guns!
Gears, gears, gears are turning,
Thoughts are churning.
Years you're earning.
Legs and lungs, both are burning.
It's just what happens when you run.
Two paths and one decision,
You draw your weapon, they draw theirs.
A shot rings out, loud and clear...
Your heart is burning, burning, burning.
Well, it's just what happens when you run.
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