Fie, stupid!
Tuesday, March 14th, 2006he was a little boy who said "i’ll find a way"
he was a little boy who said "it’ll be okay"
he said, "i’m alive and i am free, but you see i have control over me?"…
he was a little boy who never found the way.
he was a little boy who never was ok.
he ran until his face was numb with cold
..wore a cotton shirt that blazed the night untold
he ran until his feet refused to hold
so heavy a heart for someone merely seventeen years old.
And when he reached the river his knees began to shiver,
His head with pounding voices from home.
Behind him was a vision, a painful apparition
of a darker world that no-one should know..
——and so I run but not too far, in case you chase me, so that you’ll find me…I wanna be found…
