Want to just keep running and running
Until I have to drop
To the ground from exhaustion and stress,
Piled up from the mess
That’s been left by the heartache and them,
Those people I call friends.
How far we have fallen from what was.
We should have known because
Perfect is something that is not us.
So gone is the puzzle
Since our pieces do not seem to fit.
The end, this must be it.
Created: Jan 07, 2011lmenn Document Media