Standing alone with no direction, how did I fall so far behind? Why am I searching for perfection, knowing it's something I won't find? When did I lose my sense of porpuse, can I regain what's lost inside? Why do I feel like I deserve this? Why does my pain look like my pride?
In my fear and flaws, I let myself down again, all because...
I run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Till the silent splits me open, I run. Till it puts me underground! Till I have no breath and no roads left but one!!!!
and the silent slips me open, and it puts me underground, but there's no regret and no roads left to run.
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