Runaway

by Jacob L.

Here's to the dreams we can no longer achieve
Here's to the life we're ready to leave

Here's to the pain
The suffering
And crying

Here's to the days where we feel like dying.

For if we stay here,
We're no better than dead

This life's a loaded gun,
Set and ready by your head

In the end it's up to us
To make our final move

Caught frozen in the moment 
Questioning what we have to lose