Be My Escape by Reliant K

I've given up on giving up slowly.
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world  that shares my fate.
This one last bullet you mentioned
Is my one last shot at redemption.
'Cause I know to live you must give your life away.

And I've been housing all this doubt,
And insecurity, and I've been
Locked inside that house,
All the while you hold the key, and I've been
Dying to get out.
And that might be the death of me, and even though
There's no way of knowing where to go,
I promise I'm going, because...

I gotta get out of here.
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into my mistake.
I gotta get out of here.
And I'm begging you,
I'm begging you,
I'm begging you to be my escape.

I'm giving up on doing this alone now,
'Cause I failed and I'm ready to be shown how.
You've told me the way and I'm trying to get there.
And this life sentence that I'm serving,
I admit that I'm every bit deserving.
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair.

And I've been housing all this doubt,
And insecurity, and I've been
Locked inside that house,
All the while you hold the key, and I've been
Dying to get out.
And that might be the death of me, and even though
There's no way of knowing where to go,
I promise I'm going, because...

I gotta get out of here.
'Cause I'm afraid that this complaisantcy is something I can't shake.
Yeah.
I gotta get out of here.
And I'm begging you,
I'm begging you,
I'm begging you to be my escape.

I am a hostage to my own humanity.
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made.
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me.
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave...


And I've been housing all this doubt,
And insecurity, and I've been
Locked inside that house,
All the while you hold the key, and I've been
Dying to get out,
And that might be the death of me, and even though
There's no way of knowing where to go,
I promise I'm going, because...

I gotta get out of here.
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into my mistake.
I gotta get out of here.
And I'm begging you,
I'm begging you,
I'm begging you to be my escape.

I fought you for so long. I should have let you in.
(Oh how we regret those things we do)
And all I was trying to do was save my own skin.
(Oh-oh)
But, so were you...
So...were...you...

To my dearest brother Ammon...

No. Body. Likes. You.






































Kthnxbai.

My new song. ♥

Which to Bury, Us or the Hatchet by Reliant K.


I think you know what I'm getting at.
I find it so upsetting that,
The memories that you select,
You keep the bad, but the good you just forget.

And even though I'm angry I can still say
I know my heart will break the day
When you peel out and drive away.
I can't believe this happened.

And all this time I never thought
That all we had would be all for naught

No, I don't hate you,
Don't want to fight you,
Know I'll always love you,
But right now I just don't like you.
No, I don't hate you,
Don't want to fight you,
Know I'll always love you,
But right now I just don't like you,
'Cause you took this too far. Too far.

Make your decision and don't you dare think twice.
Go with your instincts along with some bad advice.
This didn't turn out the way I thought it would at all.
You blame me, but some of this is still your fault.

I tried to move you, but you just wouldn't budge.
I tried to hold your hand but you'd rather hold your grudge.
I think you know what I'm getting at
You said goodbye and I just don't want you regretting that!


No, I don't hate you,
Don't want to fight you,
Know I'll always love you,
But right now I just don't like you.
No, I don't hate you,
Don't want to fight you,
Know I'll always love you,
But right now I just don't like you,
'Cause you took this too far.

And wisdom always chooses
These black eyes and these bruises
Over the heartache that they say
Never completely goes away.


No, I don't hate you,
Don't want to fight you,
Know I'll always love you,
But right now I just don't like you,
'Cause you took this too far...




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A little poem I wrote today.

The man in the hole he dug for himself.
How many must there be? 
I've met one before, 
He buried himself. 
He said it was for me. 


Disbelief is an understatement 
Of how I felt that day.
One left behind, 
And then she said, 
"Another's on the way."