little miss runs away. didn't think you would ever come back. as i turned my head. i find my newest complication. she won't run. won't fall. she don't talk to. anyone at all. am i your sleepless dream? can i whisper soft advice?
am i the wind rush through the trees? turning leaves of observation. she won't run. and won't fall. she don't talk to. anyone at all. river rushes towards. a south city left behind. the tug is moving at a walking pace. slithering up her spine. i won't run. i won't fall. i don't talk to. anyone at all.