What its like on the receiving end. |
Run away, Run away Watch the sky turn an evil gray Marking trouble as it may Complete your daily chores And then lock all your doors A storm is brewing from every which way I saw it start a while ago But never did I expect or even know He would turn into this A giant evil abyss His eyes have turned black He has got me on my back And there is nowhere to go The kids don't need a show So I swallow my tears And hang up all my fears And hope it will be over soon I know there are others out there Who feel they can no longer bear The pain a man hid so well Only to give a horror story to tell But keep your head up high And please understand you will die Don't think this sorry means more than the last Buckle up your suitcase and get out fast Cause there is no pain like the one on the face Of a child who sees their mama on these awful days Things will get easier I should know I was somewhere no one else should have to go So you got that feeling something ain't right Run away, Get away, Fly as high as a kite There is no reason to suffer through that pain And at ALL costs you have to keep sane Cause when that storm comes along It's too late to realize you were wrong |