eagerly waiting and ruthlessly paused
looking at the clock, the hours, the minutes
forging alone of this path of decisions
time is left to decide, to wander, to escape
but the neediness calls to me, picks me up
moves me along

crouched behind a couple of white lies
but ones that could massacre, proving defiance
could cause uproar, sharper than a scalpel
could weaken, distress, and break
but none so scary, as losing you

for now, they can't know
path is chosen, deed is done
i may be ******, but i won't run.