Walking, working, barely breathing.
My thoughts, far away.
Heart aching, mind racing sleep does not come easily, nor last long.
I still run,I still swing open the door, I stiall think you'll be there like before.
Doesn't everybody out there know to never come around?
Some things a heart won't listen to ,I'm still holding out for you.
I am tired of chafing my heart against the want of you,of squeezing it into little ink drops, and posting it.
I gotta leave, I gotta go, there’s nothing here for me no more.
I gotta be free, I gotta be somewhere that I can just be me.
And I run, runaway. I’ll runaway.
I miss you and everything you were to me.
You gonna miss me, F.