To the Places

My words were beating so fast Where they couldn't go past The mountains of mine that laid on top of the white line. They stuck like adhesive on a stormy day All they wanted is some time to go and play Let them roll off your tongue Into beautiful songs. Cant I just say "hey"? Hanging on with such a grip You would've though it had ripped Swinging rope by rope to just stay But haven't they caused you just to stray Walking away you sway into the dark alley that took your mother away Coming for revenge is what you shall do But what if you disappear too?