suiciety

falling up a flight of stairs. what went wrong where? there's a room around a man. his eyes are gleaming, his arms around me. one hand in my hair, the other on a gun, and you look scared. "back off or someone'll die. back off or someone'll die. back off or someone'll die" he has me by the hair. he drags my down the hall. i'm falling up a flight of stairs. you never run away. oh, to be you. "back off or someone'll die. back off or someone'll die" he's a pretty little girl, he's my father. and talking him down is like making rain and oh i'm dry. when all i've got is hurt or hurtful. i don't feel like sharing. it doesn't mean that i don't care. you never run away. oh to be you. oh i can run away, i run away real good. maybe i should have when i had the strength. "BACK OFF OR SOMEONE'LL DIE!" you never run away. "BACK OFF OR SOMEONE'LL DIE!"