Run rabbit run rabbit run run run
Run away from the sound of my gun.
You’ve decided you are done
Sustaining my heartbeat like a drum.
I thought you’d save me like God’s own son
But like Jesus’s cross I weighed a tonne
And you never loved me, yet along I was strung
Holding my hand like you were my rung
Acting like a surrogate mum.
Until I realised that you really stung
For you won my trust, then left me in a place that saw no sun.
Stuck in Wonderland, this is no fun.
I don’t know what’s real, and what’s imagine.
Screaming, drinking, what have I become?
So run rabbit run rabbit run run run
To your next victim, your previous one forgotten.
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