(Non) Fiction - Gypsy

Can’t run away

when your picture’s on the front page.

It never really ever matters what you did, it’s all in what they want you to

perceive, so since you don’t believe me…

run away, run away, run away.

I’m a martyr, for you happiness,

take what you can with no regrets.

Facts and lies blend into one who cares of the damage done, when the end result

is, you’ll get ahead.

I’m gone away.

All I ever wanted, was to help somebody out.