And I run, I run so far away; from the pain and the decisions you've forced on my fragile mind, From the agony of realizing every second I spent blind to your lies, and your love, and your useless promises. To your empty dreams your late night wishes. Future turned into a past tense verb moved by your lack of motion, momentum created from my spontaneous combustion in love Inflamed infatuated with your hollow charm, and your flawless game. The desire to tame, an nothing more. Though, I became the *****, who took it all and shouldered the Burdon of your wasted potential. And buried the belief that ideservedmore than what you gave me. What I got, the empty handful of ashes. pain/fear/freedom paid in full