built with schnapps and chronic, beer and X. What could have happened to the emerald-like eyes to make them empty as the sky? The way you push me away makes me wonder if you couldn’t care less or care too much. Why are you running? Running from me, running from life, running from the very existence you are that makes you so very wonderful. Stop running. Pull your heart out of the hell you let yourself fall into, all just to run. You’re better than this. |
