You remember me
before I learned to run
at the kissing tree
before I learned my guns
we were 17
17 years young

I am still running, I am still running

I had no Idea
the pain would be this strong
I had no idea
the fight would last this long
In my darkest fears
the rights become the wrongs

I am still running, I am still running

Build me a home
inside your scars
Build me a home
inside your song
Build me a home
inside your open arms
the only place I ever will belong