
They crawl behind me from the dark,
Fluffing my tail, lighting my spark.
If I trip up, I will return to the start.
If I escape, they will wreck my car.
But I keep running down the hill,
The water watches me, phony and still.
They shoot me with pink sleeping pills,
Breaking in half my counterfeit will.
I patch up the bruises while hiding in trees,
And I hope nobody hears my pleas.
The strenght in me is now on its knees,
But if I surrender, I will never know peace.
-Jackie