Saturday, December 27, 2014

I'm on the run

I've got to go

I've got no gun

I've got nothing to show

I've made mistakes

I'll never live down

I caught no breaks

and now must leave town

but I can't swear

I'll come back someday

too heavy are my cares

they get in the way

but where I end up

is where I'll belong

I'll have had enough

of all of the wrong

and if you come to stalk me

to see where I am

don't bother looking

I'll already be gone

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