I want to leave.

I want to go

To some place I've never known.

But I can't leave and I can't go

And I'm afraid that's all I'll ever know.

The tears roll down my tear-streaked ace.

As I try to keep my breathing an even pace.

But it feels like I've been running for years

From the reality

That I've tried hard not to see.

 

The music seems to only make it worse.

The switch in my head turns on

And the reality is sung to me in someone else's song.

 

The lights are off

The tears are on

Why am I always listening to the same songs?

The ones that make me want to cry?

The ones that show how blind I've been to other people's lives?

 

The butterflies are gone.

Now it's just emo music with death in the songs.

My heart is yerning for a warm embrace

But I don't like to be in other people's way.