Are we running, trying to hide
Or just gunning, hoping to die
It’s hard to tell, maybe both
Because we fell, under loath
Yesterdays have gone, tomorrows come
It wasn't that long, when we had fun
What happened, not really sure
Should have mentioned, you I require
On the street, that fateful day
Two views did meet, but not one would say
I tried my best, and took my fall
I was obsessed, never heeded buddies call
Feet first I went, into a river of hate
Good intentions meant, ready to date
After the first drop, I stood back up
Then I cried stop, with an empty cup
So she left, but pain still stays
Soul all bent, with no more days
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