he runs from everything he knows
turns his head to look the other way
there, he hides in silence
in his black-hole of a world
willing to be traded
anything, to not feel jaded
a fugitive he is
the one thing he's good at
a fugitive he is
nothing will ever change that
in the mirror, he faces himself
broken. destructed. and unexpected.
his identity, which he no longer knows
clearly torn and unaware
of where to find reality
or does he just live in fantasy?
a fugitive he is
escaping the convictions of all life's past
a fugitive he is
his journey to never look back
to never look back.
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