28 January 2013
Mister Runaway, Put your gun away. Put your blade, Your noose, Your nothing-fun away.
What do you feel? What is real? When life to you Is too surreal?
What do you do? Is that quite true? You cut And slice To feel less blue?
Mister Runaway, Mister Done-Today, I hate to see you Rot your life away.
I hate the face That lacks the grace That shows the pain You always trace.
You ride the train, In all your strain. You hope And pray But find more pain.
Mister Find-A-Way, Your stop is not today, Your ticket, Your exit, Is heading my way.
I know I'm a stranger-- It's a game-changer, But come, I'll guide you From all of this danger.
Mister Not-Today, Put your gun away, Put your blade, And put noose away.
Mister Runaway, Mister Change-Today, Have faith And hope And trust in me today.
Mister Runaway • Opuss № I