Escape

Looking back now
I can feel it
This feeling
This feeling
Of being observed
Looking back now
I believe I can see it
This knowing
This knowing
I cannot be burned
Looking around now
I think I can sense it
This whisper
This whisper
Of longing to run
No looking back now
I don’t want to feel it
This hatred
This hatred
For what I’ve become
Deep underground now
I know I can bleed it out
This knowing
This knowing
That I hate what I’ve done





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