My life has always been a Runaway Train, an endless ride to nowhere.

I hurt, I ache, I weep,
I cannot let go, I cannot sleep.
My past replays again and again,
Like a movie that has no end.
I hate myself, because I care,
I am trapped in this endless nightmare.
I see lying lips, giving me impossible demands,
I see pointed fingers, on cruel hands.
There is never anyone that I can tell,
Just turned backs, as from grace I fell.
Rendered silent, with muted lips,
As daily farther into the quicksand I slip.
Smothering and starved for air,
I am invisible and no one cares.
I see the child that no one wished to save,
Unwanted, unloved, a prisoner, enslaved.
Wishing to just disappear, wanting to runaway,
With no place to go, bound to stay.
Choices were made for me, they were all wrong,
I was made to sing, when I didn't know the song.
Only in words do I fly,
Like a butterfly, I take to the sky.
While steeped in this shadowy, gray misery,
I exist in this life, not chosen by me.

MUSIC: Misty Mourne Shore