Wilted flower,
Let’s run away.
No matter which path we take
we’ll always find a
way.
We drive through these empty
streets,
Mental and physical pleasures of
fresh air
Letting go of fear, letting go of
the things we hold dear.
Light petals once soft and
pliable are now brittle and dry.
Let’s run away
Forget about all the scars,
Blame it on the stars.
Let’s run
away and never look back.
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