(Non) Fiction

Can’t run away
when your picture’s on the front page.
It never really ever matters what you did, it’s all in what they want you to
perceive, so since you don’t believe me…
run away, run away, run away.
I’m a martyr, for you happiness,
take what you can with no regrets.
Facts and lies blend into one who cares of the damage done, when the end result
is, you’ll get ahead.
I’m gone away.
All I ever wanted, was to help somebody out.