Runaway

On the road under the sky so grey,
So much I've hold, slowly eating me away.

Taken by the moments that I couldn't face.
My pride is dying, poison has taken its place.

I've got skills breaking spirits of the people.
My weapon is their weakness, leaving them crimpled.

I never meant the things that I have said,
I'm just returning the hurt like in my heart that they once fed.

You'd think I'd feel like a better person,
Instead, the wound in my heart has only worsened.

If I've been forgiven, then why can't I do the same?
I'm filling up empty, with anger and blame.

My mind constantly remembering their hurting impression.
If I could go back in time, I'd make a different decision.

Not only did I brake them, I've also broken my own,
I've created my own poison, its description unknown.

Too much I hold, and no longer I can take,
So I'm off to the road and no turns I will make.

I'm only feeling the moment of these tears in my eyes,
Screaming " I'm sorry.." With a final goodbye.