"You run, like the letters on these pages. I'm not sick but still so far away from sane. Nightmares, but I haven't slept in ages. The battles won, but there's still poison in our veins."
"You run, like the letters on these pages. I'm not sick but still so far away from sane. Nightmares, but I haven't slept in ages. The battles won, but there's still poison in our veins."
It always seems as if I'm running. Running from the horrors of my past. Running from the monsters of my present. Running towards a little run down diner in my future.