I'm running from an ending,
waiting for a new beginning.
Wishin' my old hurts went away
along with the pounding of the hurt in my heart.
All I ask for is someone to understand,
someone to care.
Thoughts are like a waterfall,
only with a continuous round-about,
never-ending, always remembering.
I don't want to be here anymore,
for I wore these bleeding scars long and well.
I want someone to notice
there's not much more I can take.
I'm breaking to the point
where I'm willing to do anything
to make the pain go away.
There's no washing away the streaks of tears and
there's no amount of silence that can void my prayers.
So where does my ending, ends and
my beginning, begins?
