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Created on: August 05, 2009
[Anywhere But Here]
This is my sanctuary
Where I come to feel; to think; to write
If the choice was up to me
I'd stay out here all night
This is where the memories overload
No thought but you and me
Where I feel unafraid of the world
No chains; no pain; just free
I write my best when I'm right here
The chain-link stares me in the eye
The place I first told you I loved you
The first place I saw you cry
This place symbolizes my life
Barriers to my right and straight ahead
But to my left it's open; so many places to go
But it's dark; the unknown I've come to dread
The trees ahead look so inviting
So clean; so pure; so real
The road following left seems never-ending
Sways the way I feel
I get out of the car
Put my hands upon the fence
The chain-link is so frozen
Body shivering; becoming tense
Dogs running about this park
Like I'm not even here
You turn to look at me
Eyes filled with fear
Standing in this cold
Watching you turn away
The worst feeling in the world
Yet, I still stay
I've been here so long
I'm freezing to the pole
Just a piece in your game
Only playing the role
I start pulling my hands away
The pole tears away my flesh
Blood dripping down my arm
Still warm; still fresh
One last look at you
Before returning to my car
Turning on the music
Set the Fire to the Third Bar
I shift into reverse
Put my foot upon the pedal
My body seems so heavy
Like lead or metal
Turning my tires to the left
Putting the car into drive
Pushing the gas once more
Never felt so alive
So I'm driving into the darkness
Into my most threatening fear
I don't know where this road leads
But I'll drive anywhere but here
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