over my head

I never knew,
I never knew that everything,
Was falling through.
That everyone I knew,
Was waiting on a cue,
To turn and run,
When all I needed was the truth.

But that's how it's got to be.
It's coming down to,
Nothing more than apathy.
I'd rather run the other way,
Than stay and see,
The smoke and who's still,
Standing when it clears.



Kram Josse

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