What about this kind of persons who run towards the airport to avoid the love of their lives run away? Are we able to do that? Our pride stops our legs for go follow our aims. I may run, but i'll never find you on the airstrip.
The slippery floor makes me fall. The fall makes me cry. The cry makes me remember you. Remembering you makes me wanna never stop thinking about you.
DENY, DENY, DENY. It has never been so hard.