For if you fall down
Like a shooting star
I will not be there to make a wish upon you
My back will be turned
While I walk away
I always walk away
They call it strength
They call it courage
Independence, freedom
We call it Nomadic Nerves
For it is only us that it serves
The running, the breaking
The crying, the lying
To ourselves, and to you
The excuses fabricated
Exaggerated
The bridges burned
While we dance on the ashes
All because for that chaos
We yearn
We cry, but we don’t see your tears
We run, sometimes for years
We hide, we seek
Our own secrets we keep
Down, far below
With nowhere to go
Lessons learned, but most often not
Our boots covered in dust
Our hearts filled with rust
Is this Heaven
Or is this Hell
I can never tell
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