Running.Sprinting from all I could be feeling,Running the flames up to the ceiling ...No deceiving, can’t play myself ...Can’t run from what you should be feeling .Hoping for hope but I’m not hopeless .My faith drives me through all thes
Cool headed hot head Dripping cold but sending flames out instead It’s hot in my head but I act cool headed Where is my bread?Will this pain ever stay dead ?I hear these steaming questions in my head .