Barefoot

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Jesus, I just want to run away.

Run from this place.

Run from this life.

Run from this mess I made.

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Yeah, I know I’m barefoot.

But it suits me this way.

It’s easier to run and to hide,

When I’m barefoot.

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I just want to run.

Run down the road towards nowhere.

And to never, ever stop,

Not until I’m somewhere new.

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Somewhere they don’t know me.

Somewhere I can change my name.

And start all over again.

And If I screw up there,

I suppose I’ll run.

And they won’t know where I’m going,

Because they won’t know where I’ve been.

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Yes, I am barefoot.

It’s just easier this way.

Nothing slows me down.

Nothing to leave tracks.

Nothing to remind me of where I’m from

Or what I’ve done.

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Jesus, can’t you just let me run away?

Just let me go!

I want to start again,

But this is just too big for me to clean up.

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I just want to run.

Away from this life.

Away from these memories.

Away from my mistakes.

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Let me go barefoot!

Let me run away!

Let me hide!

I just can’t fix this.

I can’t…

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…But I can.

And I have to.

And I will.

Because I need to.

Jesus, will you be here?

Will you help me?

Please help me do this!