2.You Can't Escape Them;
Call me a coward, it's so fitting.
I flee from open doors.
They are creaking, cracking open, and there is no way I'll ever
escape them all.
I will proceed in fear. For what is yet to come, I don't know,
but I'll carry on. I'll carry on. Farther and farther from all
that I once held.
Call me a coward, it's so fitting. I flee from open doors. They
are creaking, cracking open, and there is no way I'll ever
escape them all.
I've tried so hard to conspire against the ever present threat
time has on me. It is threatening what I call home. I hold
tighter and tighter but I know I've never been that strong.
Call me a coward, it's so fitting. I flee from open doors. They
are creaking, cracking open, and there is no way I'll ever
escape them all.
I said I would sail the roughest of seas to find some peace, but
I'm backing out again, because I want my oceans in a spoon;
where they're short and shallow;something that I can swallow.
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