I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late
I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That’s when I run to you
usually when i skip town i'm running from something. when moving to utah i ran from all the college bullshit. i was tired of that life. i was unhappy. i left. i ran. i ran all the way from texas to utah for crying out loud. then i moved to new york. again, running from the life that i established in a short period of time. i had fun when i lived in utah, i loved my job, i loved my friends, the job worked for what it was, and like all good things, it ended. and summer hit. new crew of people came in. got a different job. still loved the job. moved apartments. things were never the same. and my friends went with the new group of people. and there was more drama than any one person could handle. dear God, the drama was hell. and so i ran from it. new york was a different experience. it had its moments. never was the best that it could have been. but it was new, and different, and a much needed change for me. then came the end of summer. most everyone was gone. nothing was left. the job was done. and it was time to move on. enter texas again. i don't like where i live. but it works for what it is, i guess. i've met back up with my old friends, who i love and missed dearly while away. i found out who my real friends are. i made new ones. i ran into people i hadn't seen in two to three to four years, sometimes even up to five years. it was a trip. things never changed. i am having more fun now rather than when i first got here. i am enjoying, for the most part, my current life. it's a little monotonous, i have to say, but overall, i can't complain about my current life. i have nothing to run from. do i? i don't want to leave. i want to see where this current road takes me. but i cannot pass up this opportunity to go back to new york. this is what i want. isn't it? i'm peering through the peephole of one road i can take while staring through the open door of the other road. damn, i want to stay. i don't want to leave. i have nothing to run from. why can't i stay just a couple months longer, see where this road can take me?
I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late
I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That’s when I run to you
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