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Winds blow my hair from behind,

Hiding my face from the world.

Does it matter though?

I avoid the world just to cry alone.

Is he somewhere out there?

These sweaters and jeans hide my body,

But that won't stop him from finding me.

The voice in my head tells me to keep running.

A strong mind is living in a small vessel;

There's his motive to make me crash.

Survival is what I live for nowadays.

His purpose is just to hunt me down.

This feeling of eing alone scares me.

There was once a girl that loved him.

Wanted him to hold her hands.

Those days are gone since she's dead.

Keep running from the past Vicki,

Because the past that haunts you

Will kill you eventually.

Leave me alone, Erik!