When I run
You won't find me tracing my steps
From where I wanted
All the horrors you made so real
Burned in mind as promised
If I'm living know I'm half alive
I'm surviving on defiance
I'm fighting in the wake
Unfettered, so maybe flowers will bloom for me again
The mirror in my face
She's screaming for blood and violence
But it's my turn to pretend
As it was
I was losing myself to a fear
As a bitter constant
Oh, I refuse to know you from here
I'm a tempered object
While the futures still looking bright
I'm surviving on defiance
I'm fighting in the wake
Unfettered, so maybe flowers will bloom for me again
The mirror in my face
She's screaming for blood and violence
But it's my turn to pretend
So run
