Really Rare - Running Away (NOTZABAN)

I'm running away, running away from my feels
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
Running away, running away from my feels
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I can choose my own ways
I can choose my own path
I figured out my problem, I'm surrounded by rats
That don't have my back and they don't show an interest
Stab me in the heart with knives, needles got me limping
I'ma do my own thing regardless, give a fuck about you, bitch you're garbage
Let's be honest
You don't really care if it wasn't for the money then you wouldn't be here
Yeah, you wouldn't be here
Yeah, you wouldn't be here
You wouldn't be here
You wouldn't be here
I'm running away, running away from my feels
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I'm running away
I'm running away
I'm lacing my shoes
I'm locking my door
I ain't got nothing to lose
I got the world I can gain
Sick of going through pain
It's like demented thoughts are painted there on top of my brain
And I'm so done, feel like Kid Laroi
And I'm so numb from being hurt and destroyed
And I got guns but that's the easy way out
To deal with stress but in the afterlife, I'm stuck in my house
I'm running away, runnin' away from my feels
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I'm running away, running away from my feels
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real
I don't know if what we have is real, real, real

Written by:
Zachary Lehman

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