Everytime I go to figure it out, I can't help but fuck it up, When I was a boy, and my da was my da I learned when to run, and could run, so fast I had to grow up, never look back If you rap on my wall, I'd always tap back But lost are those days, if I could get them back I'd grab with my hands, one summer to have back Over the stones that remind me of home They can't hurt you, not if they can't catch you Oh I wish that was true, I wish that were true But I ran away, I'll do it again Cuts on my leg, creak in my neck Over the stones that remind me of home I kept up some skills, maybe its there my mind is Still just a kid, older, that child is Still a song writer, still starting fires Still hyperbad, I guess still a fighter Still going mad, I've lost and I've tired Still sprint over sand, over snow, over briar Over the stones, that remind me of home, Go Over the embers of bonfires, over the streets stained with spits of blood Way in and far, past the way back Over the rivers that once ran so fast Over the kid-bones, the dead from my past Over and over, the lies that last Over and over Forever, - The Runner
Leo Grey 