i can't run

how many missed calls
before i realize i can’t hide forever
no matter how many times i blink my eyes
i can’t seem to blink myself away

another day
same problems lay
on the floor like a thousand dead roaches
after bombs been sprayed

i can’t run
i ain’t forest gump
i can’t run
like the tears on the face
of the mother of a dead son

i can’t run
this ain’t no homerun
i can’t run
like them notes being sung by whitney

i can’t run
from my
problems when my only problem
seems to be me