Her last home was nowhere, the next she’ll know on arrival
She breaks all the laws but one – The Law of Survival
She changes her name with each group of people she meets
She’ll fit in quite fine, we’re all the same on the streets
She’s out run the law and her exes, sometimes it got tough
Boyfriends or the cops, they’ve all treated her rough
And she leaves behind messes, some large, some small
Its the only trail left behind her, if you see one at all
Sometimes she dreams of a different life when she awakes
So she trades her soul to end pain, if that’s what it takes
She thinks she is aging too quickly, more Mrs. than Ms.
But its too late to stop now, where ever this is
She’s not waiting for death, she’s just out running life
That’s how you move faster than…
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