Runs
Horse
Wrangler
Lonely
Runs
He
breathes,
Like it
does,
He runs,
Like it
does,
He stands
tall and proud,
Like it
does,
He eats,
Like it
does,
He drinks,
Like it
does,
He
sleeps,
Like it
does,
On the
ground,
Rolling around,
In its
woodchips,
Who is
the master,
Who is
the boss,
He thinks
he is,
But,
Really,
It is,
He wakes,
To see
it,
He sleeps,
To see
it,
In his
dreams,
To him,
There can
only be it,
His one
true love,
He may
have a lady friend,
He may
have two,
But,
They are
not an issue,
Not even
relevant,
For it
comes first,
And she,
They are
second.
He hustles,
He bustles,
He draws
them in,
His charming
good looks,
That gentle
stare,
That invisible
rope,
He throws
out to them,
Catching
them,
Around their
neck,
They see
him,
His ugly
face,
They turn,
And run,
His silver
tongue,
Dodging bullets,
Wrapping
itself,
Around that
rope,
Lures them
in,
Yet,
Still they
despair,
And cry,
Looking anywhere,
But his
golden eyes,
It’s impossible
now,
The end
is near,
They are
caught,
In his
trap,
Grudgingly
placing,
One foot
in front of the other,
Their head,
Their nostrils,
Flaring,
Yet,
Still they
go,
His words,
Singing sweet
music,
To their
hungry ears,
He has
them,
Tight in
his embrace,
They struggle,
Their life,
Disappearing,
Through their
toes.
Despite,
All his
rage,
He’s
just a rat in a cage,
He’s the
only one,
He
looks,
Why is
she with him,
Why is
he with her,
Why are
they together,
And why
is he with he,
Why is
he the only one?
Now,
He’s
there,
No one
beside him,
No one
near him,
He doesn’t
know,
He’s so
sorry,
He doesn’t
know,
What he
did wrong,
He doesn’t
know,
How to
fix it,
He doesn’t
know,
How to
climb out of that hole,
He’s dug
for himself,
He’s at
the bottom,
Of that
pit,
Staring out,
At the
moon above,
Wanting to
grow,
Wanting to
grip the sides,
Of the
walls,
But he
keeps on sliding down,
Tumbling
and rolling,
Into a
mess,
A mound
on the floor below,
And so,
He sings
that song,
He knows
the best,
That song,
That was
written about him,
That song,
That baby,
We all
know,
Yet he
lives,
That song,
Sung by
2ne1
Lonely,
He’s so
lonely baby,
So lonely,
lonely, lonely,
So lonely
baby,
That story
is his,
Written,
And directed,
By his
tongue,
Alone,
In his
bed.
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