I’ve tried so hard to protect my heart from getting hurt all over again.
I’ve spent most of my day’s avoiding those feelings for people around me,
Telling others that are interested that nothing could ever be, and pushed myself away.
Only to grow more and more alone every passing day that drags by.

The loneliness growing in my heart to a stabbing pain I can’t ignore.
Though through all the stabs of pain, I know I’m not ready to lose myself again.
To risk my heart and everything I hold dear, to break down the walls I’ve built.
I know I’ve done wrong, and they are not the only ones to blame for my pain.

I’ve set myself up for most of my failures, and that’s what scares me most of all.
I’ve fallen and I’ve tripped, I’ve caught myself in wistful thoughts and been stuck in the mud,
With jagged cuts and bruses, brokenhearted and bleeding I’ve pulled myself together again and again.
But now I’m running, running with no destination and no way out of my fate.

I fight every night for what I believe in, I fight so I don’t give in to desperation.
So I don’t let myself go back to a darker place, a safer place were my hurt can bleed out leaving piece,
Leaving a silence behind to help my damaged heart and heal my pain.
I fight my temptations because I’m not done here in this life, I’m not meant to give in, to give up.

It’s funny, I should see my life in a different place; I should be happy, content,
I should see my future with tears of happiness in my heart instead of shards of pain.
I should see myself in another person’s eyes, sharing their joys, their love.
As a child I should have learned that happiness in what you make of your life, not what others could bring.

Though as year have passed by, those things seem to drift father from my grasp.
Now stuff of dreams and legends, like being caught reaching for the stars in the sky’s at night.
Maybe one day something will change my fate in this life, change my view for the better,
Because I’m running, running from what I fear and am growing tired of running from my life.