No one saw him run from himself
But when you looked real close you could see in his eyes
He felt the strain creep in and he knew it was time
Distractions that numbed the pain had begun to fade
Now he’s falling apart from the inside out
Where do you go?
When no place feels like home
Empty streets all on your own
Thoughts that haunt your soul
Where do you go?
I recall the last time he disappeared
Said he was feeling the air he breathed
Would turn to dust inside his lungs
And choked out his tongue
He knew something was wrong
And when we spoke last
He smiled and said to me
All things must pass
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