The cold wind penetrates my skin,
As I run down these empty streets,
Unwilling to look back.
Unaware of my bleeding wounds,
That could leave a trail to
the ghosts that I eluded.
I make this escapade,
Not knowing where I'll be tomorrow..
As I run down these empty streets,
Unwilling to look back.
Unaware of my bleeding wounds,
That could leave a trail to
the ghosts that I eluded.
I make this escapade,
Not knowing where I'll be tomorrow..