starved

[Mannequin]

When we run from ourselves
we become someone else.
Tearing apart our insides--
molding us into a new design.
Time runs away
our mind dies in dominant decay.
We know its happening everyday
shrinking and stretching every which way.
Now we've become so tangled in lies
our core disperses and dries.
To be a part of the new trend
is only killing the human within.


Heh.

[MoveAlong]

Catchy.

[Mannequin]

Thanks.

[Bobby]

Hm I like your focus on the subject, you stay on course. But I feel that some of the rhyming felt forced.

[Whisper]

Wow...moving as always austin