We live in a story, we are all just playing pretend waiting on our happy ending and a white picket fence.
Lets continue the story if you dont love me pretend, we spend our whole lives trying to achieve what fiction cant.

Its never to late to run away, but if i stay will i see myself again.

We wish we were stronger but we cant carry the weight of the dreams we have before us, laying dead. Go back to the stories we heard as children and hold on to the feeling of inoccence.

Its never to late to run away, but if i stay, what happems then?

Will i get stronger? Will i get braver? Will somebody sweep me off my feet? Or will i crumble at the seams?
Will i get wiser? As i get older, its time to let go of everything or ill crumble at my seams.