Runaway

It’s funny I never thought that I’d be homeless

I used to walk by them, now I’m living on the corners

Stretching for a touch of a hand, a dollar bill or a chance

Give me your sandwich bag, man I’ll do anything

With thoughts of desperation my hearts racing

I’m not star gazing I could die of starvation

Hallucinated from the day’s wasted

Lost track of time while my mind aging

People looking at me like a lost patient

Like I’m already dead why they all hating

Did I choose this life, or life choose me

I ran away at sweet 16 mommy do you miss me, this is Krissy

So I run, and I run, and I ran and I ran praying maybe some day we meet again

Cause It hurts when you hurt, and I hurt and I feel, like I’m healed can we all just make a mends

I run and I run and I run, and I run

Good bye to the world, good bye to my girl

Say hello to my home the street corner

Its absurd every word that was spoken

It must come alive cause my life is still broken

Wondering did I miss it, what mistake did I make? Can I fix it?

These streets of gone ballistic

This isn’t what I thought it would be, where’s daddy

Is he still mad at me, I wonder would he have me

Back in the home, back in the zone, back where I can’t eat

Where’s there’s heat and use a phone

Cause it hurts and I know I never said good bye

I ran away I thought like anything I could fly

Mom and dad are you there, are you listening

I want to come home, but scared of the mess I’m in

Please forgive me of the things I committed

Against you against me, our family tree

And I know we haven’t spoke in so long, I was so wrong

To think I could live on, on my own accord

I’m a take the train home, but I need to know

If you’ll welcome me back through your life’s door?

Show me a sign with a red ribbon, hang one on the side of the train building

And if I see it than I’ll know that your still willing,

And if not I won’t ever call or visit

I’ll pretend that I’m re-living the beginning,

Like when we used talk in the kitchen, without all the fights & friction

This is me wishing, one of your ex children

Picturing praying that you got the same feelings,

I’m running