Run Me Over

If I told you would you understand? If I told you what I’ve done, would you love who I am? I chose the wrong things in everything, choosing nothing in the end. Run, run, running away. Sleep, dream, waiting for the good just to fall into my hands. Love left me in its dust, lust drove by and picked me up. It forced me back to my feet by cutting out my heart and leaving my soul to die. I tried to find the answers in half truths, but they only told me lies. I tried to kill my pain but each cut brought it back to life. I’m tried to make the anger dissipate, dissolve, disappear, but it always seems to find me here, alone in my pathetic fear, lost in my frozen tears. If I told you what I’ve done, would you be scared of what I’ve become? My sadness fled at your kiss, but it takes over in the dead of night, my fragile mind worn out from the damage of my inner fight. I want to keep you here with me but I don’t want you to face the shame. I don’t want you to get hurt if I go insane. (As if I haven’t already been there before) I’m insane. Run me over with the rain. I will die with the pain.