Running with panted breathe

Umwilling to look back

Trying to escape, refuse to let this be my death

For enough of the nightmares that try to attack

I’ll run, I’ll leave

I’ll flee, I’ll grieve

For the past now set in stone

There’s nothing I can do to those evil and cunning

It’s done, I can’t rewind, there’s no safe time zone

So I’ll turn away, never look bac, and keep running