Eight

I'm running
The only thing I can think of
I've been held down by you
The only thing left to say is goodbye

You've kept me warm, but I'd rather be cold
I'm tired of be tired
And I'm burning you out

My lungs fill with air
Blood is moving faster than ever
I'm tired but on my own accord
There is pain but I can push through

It was natural for you be here
I let my guard down
My Self control will set me free

by Fumz Yam

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