6 August 2012
Run home
Runaway
Rag tag
Existence
Living
Day to day
Skinny legs
Holes at
Your knees
Oversized
Hoodie
Dirty sleeves
You used
To sell
Dreams
Of bigger
Better
Things
Now you
Sell
Yourself
For a
Bottle
Of gin
Or a
Gram of
White
Powder
Anything
To make
You
Forget
Feel
Warmer
But you're
Only getting
Older
Colder
Closer to
Being
Buried
By the
World
That you
Thought
Had all the
Answers.
Run home,
Runaway
Before
It's too late
To say
Sorry
You were wrong
To runaway
In the
First place.
Runaway • Opuss № I