How can you chase me;
If I refuse to run?
Adoring a good pursuit –
Playing thy intellect against mine.
Seemed to be born to fight,
Or make war,
If my bloodline would dictate.
But for once?
I’d rather lay in fields of flowers,
Free from the sight of my own blood.
Too much blood.
Too much blood.
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How Can You Chase Me; If I Refuse To Run?
