I feel I can't come to you.
I feel I have to choose to love you and hate me.
Or hate you and be free.
I'm running softer now from monsters chasing me.
I've made a trail, somehow, running.
I used up all my tries and now I'm empty like a little girl who likes hiding.
Sometimes I can't see right, hearing your pointless lies.
That's when I've lost my fight face down.
Running faster, facing backwards leaving nothing to be said.
A little time to get ahead.
A little force...a little more... a little angst goes a long way.
I'm sure there's no way I can see this your way.