Its not the goodbyes that hurt...
But the flashbacks that follow.
I didn't run away from you. I ran away because of you.
The things you said, the stuff you did... didn't affect me until it was too late.
You're always on my mind. Behind a closed door, in the shadows, every corner of my school.
You've caught me. Congratulations... You've finally won.
My heart is like a cage, not letting anyone get too close... I live in fear of letting you out.
I don't let them under these clothes, in that room, with them and I, I see your face ninety-nine percent of the time.
The scars you gave me, are all inside, my heart, my veins, my mind.
I'm easily compared to a pedal-less flower. Thin, daint, and easy to break.
All flowers grow. I'm just not really to face the sun.
