It's been five years, since your last simple "hello"
and ever time it felt halfhearted, because you say it and go.
Is it wrong, to think you left something behind?
Am I a fool, because it feels lasting this time?
On the run, under investigation by my own mind,
can't catch me, will you ever stop trying?
No more crimes, no more dead,
I did my time, let me move on again.
In the brief moment, before, the noose felt tight,
I was free as a bird, and I took flight.
It's over and done, I've nowhere else to run now,
So I will take this leap, but don't expect me to hit the ground.
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