They Ran Out On You
You cannot begin to feel the weight of this world
Until you have the true love you have found
They run out on you
Theres nothing you can do
Except keep the anger and pain from hurting you more
You need a sensation like you never felt before
You have been through more wars than England
You have lost more than dreams come true
They run out on you
Your too slow to stop the beginning
And you has bliss in everything
Dont understand the reasons why your dealt this hand
They run out on you
Every thing good
Nothing bad is understood
They run out on you
You cant catch anything but your death
Catching cold on the things you hold
Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015
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