Runnin down this endless road. Pavin never with gold.
Wishing there was more I can do. To save us all from the devils coo.
Travelin on this endless road. Knowin my souls already been sold.
Not having a place to solidly belong. Or end the somber song
Running down this endless road. Wishing there was something to hold.
A truth to be told of happiness. Instead of the lies of hopelessness
looking for an end to this endless road. Finding nothing that should be fortold.
There's gotta be something more. In my cold-hearted core.
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Amanda Thurnherr
I am a married young part time writer, that is not published, with a culinary associates degree and Serv safe certified. I am expecting an unexpected Child thanks to birth control.
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