It says something about my life when I find someone or something that makes me trully happy, that I know without doubt it will soon leave me or be taken from me. When I lie awake in my bed at night, the long stream of mistakes and failures, let downs and dissapointments, runs though my head. I beg for sleep to come and take me away.
This time I told myself to just walk away. I want to run away. I want to be in Washington, on the other side of the country, anywhere but here. That's what I tell myself. Its not a matter of distance though, and in the end, that's whats gonna tear me up.
Back on my lonely road, right back where I belong.
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