No matter how far I run, I'll never be able to run far enough to get away from the memories you've left me with.

I'm tired of pretending...
tears pouring down my cheeks
sleepless nights
full of mistakes and regret
thats the real me.

I'm done with everything, I'm gone.

The sad thing is I've hardly seen any of the world, and I already don't want to be a part of it.

Its like the world is trying to tell me that it doesn't need me anymore.

Sometimes it hits me all of the sudden. I try to block out the old memories as much as I can but sometimes they creep through and I fall apart all over again.

I need something for the pain, just to kill this feeling.

Even though theres no way in knowing where to go, I promise, I'm going.

Sometimes goodbye is the only way.

Sometimes beginnings arent so simple.