Reminding me of something
I may have seen it
in the movies, it moves me.
I don't falter, i'm a mountain
i'm a shelter for the winter.
I hinder, but it lingers
I won't waver or falter.
There's a ghost beneath my bed
are you sure he's really dead?
Cause last I checked, he was breathing
There are some skeletons in this closet of mine.
I hear their bones rattling,
they keep me up at night.
you can run,
we're hunted by our regrets
and insecurities
I'm going to stand
face to face with the gun
i'll twist the barrel aimed at me.
Run With The Hunted - Sparrow Lake

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