When things get hard
I just wanna runaway.
Looking ahead just doesnt seem like an option.
My body and soul holds tight
to the present afraid to ever let go.
In fear of loosing all those great memories.
Sometimes it feels like the more days
I spend alone the farther I become,
From the ones that that once cared for me.
They use to hold me tight
And have open ears,
Along with a beating heart,
thats sounds kept my thoughts clear
Who knew friends
who come and go
would leave such a deep mark in your life,
as they head out the door.
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