We are running like burglars, we're breathless, hopeless.
Life is fast, life is far.
The hunter's behind. The hunter's death. I'm not stopping,
he wants me.
He went hunting a thing. Me. My life.
So we're both running.
He used to love me.
He used to think i was perfect. He used to know me.
My soul. Anymore. So i run, run, run fast, run far.
What if i stop?
What if i fall?
What if i die, Through it all?
Hunt me my love,
kill me my love, destroy me hunter.
I just didn't know him, i just believed in fake things,
i just, i just, i just, wrong.
"Saints protect her now
come angels of the lord,
come angels of the lord."
my chemical romance.
