Running, running away.
Away from the unwanted of self and by others,
away from the tired holding me back,
away from the pain of yesterday.
I won't have you ruin another day for me,
you've ruined my confidence,
you taken my beauty,
you've destroyed enough days.
I'm not jealous of the morning that wake you.
I'm not upset if your happy with out me.
And I don't care what you are doing today
   or how many times you've seen the number 22.
I hope you have passion,
I hope you do good,
but don't come sulking back in my mind,
brining this blow-y, snowy evening down.