I wish I could escape all this agony that I'm facing.
I wish I could run away and never look back.
I wish that you didn't bring out the worse in me.
But most of all I wish you would just hold me.

It's the feeling I get when I'm around you,
It's the way you touch me,
It's the way I look into your eyes,
It's the way I love you that keeps me running back.

The evidence manifests the guilt of the beholder.
For all you want to do is touch another,
You want to be free of me.
But what I don't get the most,
Is how you won't let me go.

I run my hand down your spine,
The one that you do not have,
For you don't have the strength to tell me to be gone.
You don't have heart,
Or even a single care for that matter.
Nobody has the importance that they once beheld.
And the truth be known….
they never will.

Fact is you've been hurt once,
so all you can do is destroy another.
Does that make you feel better?
I HOPE IT DOES!
Because in the end I'm gone.
And nobody has won this game you've now begun.