There's only so much you can take,
till you can't take anymore.
Walk with a heavy heart, up the stairs,
and through your bedroom door.
Tears escape finally trickling down your cheek,
forced efforts to wipe them with your trembling fingers,
but your far too weak.
Trace their trail, let it leak.
You'd much rather have blood dripping there,
show everyone the pain and anguish,
that you so often wear.
This time it's too late,
your loved ones can't make you stay.
'loved ones' you laugh bitterly,
as you prepare yourself to runaway.
But where do you run? Where do you hide?
you begin to unpack again,
let this foolish moment slide.
So there you are back again,
back to square one.
So much for not taking anymore,
so much for thinking you could run.
