You Might Not Run
You Might Not Run
One flies out a door....
Other left with it all....
Who's to blame for this
Who's to blame for this ?
You might not run but you still get away,
You might really care but you're still cruel,
Take a look around.... what do you notice:
One goes for a ride....
Other must stay behind....
Who's to blame for this
Who's to blame for this ?
In your hand some rocks,
Not the type you throw;
The junk that kills life,
That lets all of it go....
In your hand a gun,
Not the kind you shoot;
The weapon that fires,
That takes up all the loot....
You might not run but you're outta breath,
You might be fearless but you still shake,
Look here and there.... what seems out of place:
One takes a trip....
Other steers the ship....
Who's to blame for this
Who's to blame for this ?
You might not run but you still gotta hide,
You might be clean but still you wash away,
Look forward and behind.... what catches your eye:
One goes for broke....
Other left to stoke....
Who's to blame for this
Who's to blame for this ?
In your hand a note,
Not the type you read;
The one that buys stuff
That abducts all need....
In your hand a crack,
Not the type to mend;
The hole that swallows,
That you can't defend....
You might not run but you still race,
You might always win but what's the prize,
Look on the mantle.... what doesn't seem right:
One didn't show....
Other can never go....
Who's to blame for this
Who's to blame for this ?
You might not run but you're still sad,
You might be brave but you're still spooked,
Look a thousand ways.... what's that in your eye:
One has gotten from you....
Other wants to, too....
Who's to blame for this
Who's to blame for this ?
In your hand a tear,
Not the type you rip,
The one that is shed,
That shows a loose grip....
In your hand a space,
Not the type to fill;
The space showing defeat,
That surrendered free-will.
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