Left and Running I’m Scared Again

Mom I’m a poet

But you don’t know about it

You could deal my aunts number

If you want to contact me

You’d now I’m 23

And my father left me

And my family left me

We have something to talk about

About us and our loses

Because I’m tired of looking

Those who don’t needing me

17 years is not a child’s resentment

There some all serious things

So call her or dial the cops

If you needed it

If you can’t sleep without it

If you die without it

Without it, darling

Mom, I’m a poet

Do you think of me the same way?

If that’s the case, find me!

The last time I heard you was very drunk

Left And Running I’m Scared Again

Left And Running I’m Scared Again

Left And Running I’m Scared Again

Left And Running

Left And Running

Left And Running

Left And Running