I thought I saw something in the breeze
then a rush of air came down and swallowed me
I leave paper trails behind me
but yet can not conceive these blatant things
don't believe in who you see
like a scarecrow I stand and watch
with my insides out I live and haunt
it's a disease that I've got
because I'm numb and have lost my heart
whoa
I'm so tired of running this lengthy race
my hands spell trouble as they tremble and shake
I am running out of time
I am running out of time for you
the straw makes up the hat that covers the head that left me for dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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