No notes but imprints in the dirt. My raw emotion shrouded my fear.
Kicking at rocks along the way.  
I knew what the world could to an innocent. Not that im anything of the sort.
I took roads like this before.
A day when purity had been robbed of.
The last thriving light about me.

But that isn't what I come to reveal. The kind of beings I bare in mind would become dime a dozen due to the bulls hitters.
Gone in seconds. Slipping away quietly. I just walk out of lives.
And to those I was bound by blood I'd love to forget.
I know I made lasting impressions in lives. But to who extent should I stay. No other than mine.

Just remain as a habit. Maybe the its the pain of not saying goodbye. I need it more than you