I ******* miss it.
Just someone there.
Not overthinking every little thing all the time.
To have peace with myself, to be calm.
I dint want to have some hood rat, some blonde *****.

I want her.
I hate running, but its the only way I get a piece of closure.
Music sending chills on my skin, the rumble of the road soothing my body.

To share that bliss with something then my own mind, my thoughts.
Iv confronted everyone of my demons,
yet refuse to let me go.
Hunted by these thoughts,
hunted by your happiness.