i love you,
but it was all an act
....
i tried to stay,
but it was too hard
....
not when i was hiding,
the true me
...
i was running, not just from the
police
but from myself
the demons inside my head.

i wanted to escape before
it was too late!

if i were to run
where would i go?
would you come with me..
would you stay?

if i were to change my identity..
who would i be?
would you still love me?
would you stay?

if i were to
how can  i say this..
if i didnt wake tomorrow
would you regret our
last convocation.
our last moments,
our last time together!

why do i feel sad,
sad about my scars fading?
is that why i want to
make more?
so the thrill never leaves?
they have come a part
of me!
that i never want to leave!
now i think thats why
im lying here in a pool of
my own blood...