THE LAND OF THE RUNAWAYS
I LEAN ON THE LAMPOST
THE ONLY VISIBLE SOURCE OF LIGHT
IN THIS DARKNESS
I SEE A LONELY GIRL PASS ME
EYE LOST AND FACE STAINED WITH TEARS
I BET SHES NOTHING LIKE ME AND
EVRYONE HERE
WE RAN AWAY N SHES JUST LOST
SHE MADE A MISTAKE
I THINK SHE REALISED IT SUM TIME AGO....
THIS PLACE ,THOUGH GLOOMY OUTSIDE
, IS WELL FURNISHED WITH ALL THE THINGS
A RUNAWAY NEEDS....
BUT NOT FOR HER...
ITS TRUE..... FOR THISIS THE LAND OF THE RUNAW3AYS
ITS A PLACE FOR THE STRONG N THE ONES WHO ARE READY
TO LEAVE EVERYTHING BEHING
WE HAVE LEFT EVERYTHING BEHING.....
N THATS WHY WE ARE HERE.......
BUT THAT GIRL.....?
DOES SHE WANA LIVE HERE
I DOUGT THAT
BY THE LOOK OF FACE...
SHE'LL BE HAPPY TO LEAVE....
BUT SHE CANT...
ONCE ENTERED..NEVER LEAVE...
WE CANT ACCEPT HER
NOR SHE US
A POOR CREATURE OF MUD LEFT IN THE DARK.....
SHE HATE THIS PLACE
SHE WISHES SHE NEVER LEFT HER PLACE
THIS LAND IS NOT FOR HER
BUT.....FOR THE RUNAWAYSSSSSS
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