Graffiti decorations underneath a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension on top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me, I learned were never true
Now, I find myself in question
They point the finger at me again
Guilty by association, you point the finger at me again
Paper bags and angry voices under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action, these words were never true
I wanna run away, never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers, no more lies
I wanna shut the door and open up my mind
Gonna run away

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