Don't chase me anymore
lost strangers, thunderstorms the norm
Can't breath in this norm
don't leave me standing at the door
if it's pleasure that I adore.
Where I'm going it's not a place to belong
I beg you don't trace and follow.
I need to do this alone
to make my own humble throne
kings and queens would of flown.
Bear in mind let thorns be kind
reckless thoughts trouble find
a time to be blind
but a promise to be fine
to find the end, the light will shine.