He’s too fast to name,
So he named himself,
Here in a second in a whisper as he runs on by.
Ego that can never be beat with a tricky kind of hyper speed that can be deceiving.
Can stay long enough to make sure you’re well,
But can’t stay around to explain it
Anywhere or everywhere
I don’t know why, it’s how it is.
I don’t like saying goodbye,
But in a moment caught up, in the whisper of another
He feels he’s being left out,
He’s a he to me.
Started with an apology.
I’ve found a message.
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