Run Like Hell
By Carly Bak
I wish I could see you through someone else's eyes
I would leave you in a heartbeat...Now wouldn't that be wise!
But there are to many strings attached...to many beds I've made
so I guess I have to sleep in it ... that's the price I'll pay
My soul is sold, I've nothing left to sell
I should just pick myself up and run like hell!
But the sheets are wrapped around me so tight
that my brain is dead and my knuckles white
If only I could see the light